New Poem on NYC subway's "Poetry in Motion" series
"A Little Tooth"
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly off 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 loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
---Thomas Lux
A crisper version of the poster here.
4 comments:
thanks for posting -- been trying to find it since I read it and it made my cry on the train (I just had a daughter a few months ago).
Anyway, thanks
Bless you. I have been searching everywhere for this poignant poem to read at a community poetry night and nothing...until you! Deanne
I could not agree more. I tried to scribble the poem into my notebook on the A train this AM because I wanted to point out to my students the cleverness of the rhymes. Thank you.
I commute daily on NYC subways and this is the most touching poem in motion I've read. I held my tears upon reading. I felt the train moving fast and life was moving ahead even faster. Before long my station would arrive and there I'm, it is dusk and my daughter is tall.
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