Saturday, January 19, 2008

A Little Tooth

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.

- Thomas Lux


4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The cycle of life...
Interesting!
Write more often :)

8:13 PM  
Anonymous baji said...

zp already has a mouthful of chompers. i'm not ready for him to go off to college yet!!! wahhh!!!

3:12 AM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

anonymous: glad you enjoyed it

baji: oh it's early days for you!

8:57 AM  
Anonymous zindagi-ki-diary said...

thanks for sharing this brutal but wonderful piece

11:09 AM  

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