Sometimes matching words to a syllable-count helps to bring focus to my musings. Here are two stanzas for which I used the Fibonacci numbers as lengths for the lines I built as I considered the continuing invisibility of most math-women. (I have some hope that the second of these is primarily remembering -- and is not true of family child-care today.)
8-5-3-2-1-1 A FIB
HE is famous but SHE is not.
Yet we once judged her
More FIB-bish 1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21-13-8-5-3-2-1-1
to pass on procreation, yet
that choice limits so many things – not for the father,
for he may slip off to an office at children’s bedtimes for extra hours of thinking,
for writing those ideas that never come while bathing
toddlers, or diapering. Bright thoughts
wait in still places
On the same theme are this post, Counting the Women, and this one, Are All Mathematicians Equal?