Lost in thought, the baby

Rebecca Wolff

 
Primarily
I am a mother.
When he was sick;
I engaged his imagination
with a book—
the perfect—I seized it; his
weakened defenses.
This is the way I have
filled his mind
egg and milk and butter and bread
all together—
that's a lot for a small child to take in.
Like Maisie
in the novel is a sieve.
What we want to cultivate in him:
A fat man's
personality on a thin man.
 
"Lost in thought, the baby", from The King: Poems by Rebecca Wolff. Copyright © 2009 by Rebecca Wolff. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company. All rights reserved.

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Further Reading

Poems About Birth and Parenting
A Woman Waits for Me
by Walt Whitman
Acrobat
by Elise Paschen
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps
by Galway Kinnell
Before the Birth of One of Her Children
by Anne Bradstreet
Central Park, Carousel
by Meena Alexander
Curriculum Vitae
by Lisel Mueller
Daughter-Mother-Maya-Seeta
by Reetika Vazirani
Gods
by Michael Redhill
Goodnight Moon
by James Arthur
Honey
by Arielle Greenberg
In a Landscape: IV
by John Gallaher
Infant Joy
by William Blake
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
Motherhood, 1951
by Ai
Shoulders
by Naomi Shihab Nye
The Difference between a Child and a Poem
by Michael Blumenthal
The Mother
by Gwendolyn Brooks
The Sick Child
by Robert Louis Stevenson
To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54
by Teresa Carson
Tract
by William Carlos Williams
Wedding Album 1977
by Tess Taylor
With Child
by Genevieve Taggard
You Begin
by Margaret Atwood