A Poem is Born!
It happened late this afternoon. I’m glad it’s finally here.
Like any parent, I do think, it’s quite a little dear.
I was really glad to see it as at times I wasn’t sure
If the time to hatch would ever come and if it would endure.
At first it didn’t look like much as it broke out of its cell.
It’s downy feathers, slick and wet, were stuck with bits of shell
It was wobbly and unsteady as it tried to find its legs
It seemed a little dazed at first to be outside its egg.
My poem though somehow, like a chick, survived its grand debut.
It stretched its wings and fluffed itself, it knew just what to do.
But still I hovered close at hand, after it arrived.
I wanted it to have the very best chance to survive.
Just like a cheeping baby chick must grow into a bird.
A poem, too, must fledge and grow -- word by word by word.
So, I plan to watch it carefully, tuck it safe beneath my wing
I’ll keep it warm. I’ll nurture it. I’ll love the dawg gone thing.
I’ll protect it from all prying eyes and sing it lullabies.
But mostly what I plan to do is edit and revise.
Edit, revise, edit, revise, edit, revise, revise, revise.
Until my poem is good enough, I feel, to set it free.
Then I’ll watch as it soars off to whatever its fate may be.
I hope, of course, it will soon reach a welcome destination
A place where it can roost awhile in a reader’s imagination.