I have written on this theme before (search my site for “birth of a poem”) but then…after my first son, I eventually birthed 4 more!
poem begins as embryo
when an image sparks
pregnant thoughts
which swell into words;
word cells divide/multiply
to form fetal phrases
as distinct details develop
with additions/edits
until time comes to
birth and deliver poem
to the waiting world
with hope it will be
accepted, perhaps
even loved.
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 07, 2021 @ 15:01:34
Doesn’t raising five sons qualify you for the Nobel Peace Prize?
Nov 07, 2021 @ 15:28:50
Ha,ha,ha…you’re the first to nominate me! Yes, moms deserve such a prize.
Nov 07, 2021 @ 09:07:56
labor, labor, labor…
Well done.
Nov 07, 2021 @ 15:26:56
Thanks, Ron 🙂