A Little Tooth

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 loved, your feet
are sore.  It's dusk.  Your daughter's tall.
 
From New and Selected Poems, 1975-1995, published by Houghton Mifflin, 1997. Copyright © 1990 by Thomas Lux. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

Poems by This Author

Dead Horse by Thomas Lux
At the fence line, I was about to call him in when
Gradeschool's Large Windows by Thomas Lux
weren't built to let the sunlight in
Onomatomania by Thomas Lux
the word for the inability to find the right word,
Render, Render by Thomas Lux
Boil it down: feet, skin, gristle,
You and Your Ilk by Thomas Lux
I have thought much upon


Further Reading

Poems About Daughters
A Newborn Girl at Passover
by Nan Cohen
A Prayer for my Daughter
by W. B. Yeats
Achill
by Derek Mahon
Daughters in Poetry
by Eavan Boland
Daughters, 1900
by Marilyn Nelson
For a Daughter Who Leaves
by Janice Mirikitani
Heart's Needle
by W. D. Snodgrass
Home After Three Months Away
by Robert Lowell
Interstate Highway
by James Applewhite
Ladders
by Elizabeth Alexander
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
My Daughter All Yourn
by Farid Matuk
My Daughter Among the Names
by Farid Matuk
Poems about Daughters
Shoulda Been Jimi Savannah
by Patricia Smith
The Bistro Styx
by Rita Dove
The Pomegranate
by Eavan Boland
The Writer
by Richard Wilbur
Today A Rainstorm Caught Me
by Matt Hart
Waiting for Rain
by Ellen Bass