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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy. I knew I wanted to give birth to one and took on the parental responsibility knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months. There'd been no morning sickness nausea but there were times when I wanted to change my mind. "Too bad, kiddo," I thought. "You gotta see this through. because you can't put Humpty Dumpty back inside his egg once the shell has cracked and broken." Determined not to have yet another unfinished poem take up space in a notebook, I persevered spoiling myself with ice cream, chocolate fudge slivers, a few cherries, and a liberal squirt of caramel sauce. I indulged myself with a reward after the first verse. I've never liked dill pickles, so when I couldn't find the right rhyming word for verse two, I didn't eat those. Pregnancy or not, I wasn't going to suffer puckered lips because my muse refused to be pregnant with me. She'd have made a useless midwife anyway. Said she'd be back when she got a birth announcement. I suffered alone and pushed this baby out with the same force a laborious woman uses to birth a child. No epidural in the spine, although I did partake in a bottle of wine during the entire nascence process. "LOOK," I screamed. "After fourteen hours of labor it's an eight-pound boy." Actually, it was more like eight hours of labor to deliver a fourteen-line Sonnet, and lots of anxiety. I took comfort knowing this baby wouldn't need breast feeding. Now that it's here, it will be reread a time or ten... a line edited here or a tweak somewhere. It will be mollycoddled, burped, and pampered but not with the naked butt baby kind. I'll sing it to sleep when I'm the one needing a lullaby, and I'll be glad it doesn't cry for a two am bottle. I won't worry about it getting sick or growing up too quickly because ten years from now it'll still be my baby. Birthing a child is difficult work but we both survived the labor. and my firstborn is not crumpled in a basket, lying on the floor.
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