I have no children: <br /> <br />But tonight a poem came <br />in which a small child, <br />my daughter, appeared at the door <br />of a half-lit room <br />wherer late one night I wrote <br />at a heavy desk. <br /> <br />And though interruption <br />was hardly welcome <br />I took her to myself, <br />just as the poem, <br />comforted this daughter <br />until she found peace. <br /> <br />The poems as the children <br />come as they will come.<br /><br />BS Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preconception/
