If you live in NYC you might have seen this poem posted in the subway as part of a great program they have called "Poetry in Motion", but if you don't here it is, because I think it's good. My mom sent it our way recently with the appearance of Elsie's teeth. I like the line, "She'll fall in love with cretins..." So true!
“A Little Tooth” by Thomas Lux
Your baby grows a tooth then two,
And four, and five, then she wants some meat
Directly from the bone. It’s all
over: she’ll learn some words, she’ll fall
In love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
Talker on his way to jail. And you,
Your wife, get old, flyblown and rue
Nothing. You did, you love, your feet
Are sore. It’s dusk. Your daughter’s tall.
As I read that poem over it seems a little sad, but it's also a happy poem in a way - bittersweet! Will I really be saying "they grow up so fast..." in 20 years?
Here's a funny picture sent to me by my twin sister Laura with her son twaord the end of the night on Halloween, after their bunny ears began to droop. She writes "Note that it is hard to find a masculine bunny costume. Note also that it is tiring to take toddlers anywhere."
So true!
