Preconception
By Ben Jonson
I have no children:
But tonight a poem came
in which a small child,
my daughter, appeared at the door
of a half-lit room
where late one night I wrote
at a heavy desk.
And though interruption
was hardly welcome
I took her to myself,
just as the poem,
comforted this daughter
until she found peace.
The poems as the children
come as they will come.