Very fanciful regarding the growth of the fetus to the flight or freedom of birth. It is so interesting that blood is basically the same as seawater from whence we came millions of years ago. From water to land to birth after birth. Mutation after mutation leading finally to intelligent humans. But still at childhood when it comes to understanding our role: innocent but very dangerous.

Some, mostly economists, worry that as the population ages and contributes less to the engines of growth, while births decline making fewer young people to carry the load of work, like in Japan and some other countries, the whole world economy will be in danger.

I say, don't worry, be happy. Friendly robots will do most of the heavy lifting and even young people will have more time off for their bucket lists of personal enlightenment.

Ron

Nicely written about one of lifes greatest miracles. You have managed to make the tone of the poem as soft as I imagine the fetus life to be inside the placenta. Well done! I have wrote a poem about this when I was pregnant with my son. I named it 'Fetus'. Check it out if you have time.