New Life Poems
Nataltorium
In utero there starts to stir
A little embryonic blur
That grows from microscopic glimmer
To hardy, amniotic swimmer,
Breast-stroking in his tiny sea,
Frog-kicking energetically,
Thrashing and flailing, tempest tossed,
Swimming the lap that Mommy’s lost.
My Son the Sonogram
My son the sonogram,
You’re Daddy’s little lamb.
Don’t suck your thumb. Don’t wantcha
Requiring orthodontia.
Maternal Glow
When baby comes and tummy goes
New mummy veritably glows,
As radiant as morning’s rose
Standing there in last year’s clothes,
Rediscovering her toes.
To a New Grandmother
Your daughter’s delivered a baby—the best,
A cherub your kisses can smother—
Which makes you a grandma, but don’t be distressed.
You don’t look a day over mother.
Baby on the Move
First she crawls, full of pep,
Then she takes her first step,
Then she toddles (though not very far).
But she’ll stay on the go
Till the next thing you know
She’ll be wanting the keys to the car.