the song:
he puts all his
voice into
one repeated
song
the variations and
subtleties
he manages to
inflect
I’m often too
frantic to catch
it’s one song
a siren from which
all possibilities
evolve
hungry
tired, wet
dirty, in need
of affection
forget the words
it’s simple
all in
the song
I understand that you will soon move from panic to understanding as soon as he decides to train you futher.
Catch each cry
in your net of secrets.
Decipher the code
learn it by heart
Hum the songs
at dusk and dawn
Conjure the magic
to succour, devote
and dream.
© M.L.Emmett
hahaha – the baby whisperer
Only a new parent would hear it as a “song” – and that’s wonderful
(love Gabe’s comment, hehe)
I am often to frantic to catch
i guess that might summerize it all….