I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.
“What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?”
“I don't plan a career. That doesn't work for me. I just have to go with my gut.”