KC Bosch’s most recent poem to appear here was Eating Contest in a Third World Diner (May 2012).
Conceived at night after too much drinking
By KC Bosch
Conceived at night after too much drinking,
long after sleep was the best option.
Born to a fresh day.
I train and groom them.
Manners and spelling,
language and punctuation.
Math is important and so are looks.
One day when they are ready I send them off
hoping they will be OK,
waiting to hear.
Some get in touch right away,
others make me wait.
Every day I look for them, wanting to know
if they found a place in the world,
if they might make me proud.
Some return unchanged
but a little wiser for the experience.
I tuck them back into my file,
make a note,
and write another.
Oh, yes!KC, one of mine wandered back this morning, tattered and unloved. Dare I rewrite and send it to another or chastise it and myself and bury it among others returned, not as prodigals celebrated, but only wayward children, not yet matured?
HAHA You had me going there for a minute.
Yes, we send those babies out with a hopeful blessing.
KC, this is exactly what I think sometimes. Reminds me of Anne Bradstreet’s poem where she compares her first book of poems, published without her permission, to a child taken from her and educated by others. In many ways our poems ARE our children. The question is: do we like some of our children better than others? Perhaps after hundreds of them, it is more difficult to tell.