Baby Song
by Thom Gunn
‘Baby Song’ by Thom Gunn depicts the experiences, emotions, and thoughts of a baby who has been born recently.
From the private ease of Mother's womb
I fall into the lighted room.
Poems about babies focus on what it’s like to have a newborn child, be pregnant, become a mother or father, and watch a child grow up. Many of these poems celebrate parenthood and its most beautiful moments.
While most poems about babies are positive, some depict parents’ struggles to become pregnant, the loss of a child, and other far darker but related topics. The dark and light poems are two sides of the same coin, reminding readers of the joys of parenthood and the events that every parent fears the most.
Whether you’re a parent or not, these poems about babies are incredibly relatable and should inspire readers to consider their views on parenthood.
‘Baby Song’ by Thom Gunn depicts the experiences, emotions, and thoughts of a baby who has been born recently.
From the private ease of Mother's womb
I fall into the lighted room.
Mother Goose’s ‘Hush little baby, don’t say a word’ is a popular nursery rhyme about a crying child and how parents comfort the child.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Stevenson’s ‘The Spirit is too Blunt an Instrument’ marvels at the precise design of a baby’s body, exploring the mind and body dualism.
The spirit is too blunt an instrument
to have made this baby.
Nothing so unskilful as human passions
could have managed the intricate
‘Babies’ by Alice Fulton describes the different ways that children and adults understand the world. The latter’s perspective is informed by years of conflict, lies that can’t be apologized for, and the realization that some parts of one’s life are so important that you only get one shot at them.
born gorgeous with nerves, with brains
the pink of silver polish or
jellyfish wafting ornately
through the body below.
‘The Underground Baby Case’ by Jackie Kay conveys the feelings and choices of a woman who lost her own child and stole someone else’s.
There was a couple of things
I wanted to remember
‘Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward’ showcases the heartbreaking moment a mother is separated from her child as she is too unwell.
Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie, fisted like a snail, so small and strong
‘A Father in Time of War’ by Stephen Spender is a lyric poem reflecting on Spender’s introduction to fatherhood in the midst of war. Spender primarily relies on visual imagery to tell of hopeful and hopeless circumstances coexisting as he lives through World War II.
On a winter night I took her to the hospital.
Lying in bed, she clasped my hand
In her two hands. I watched the smile
Float on her pain-torn happy face –
Theresa Lola’s ‘Equilibrium’ is a phenomenal portrayal of decline in the face of what ought to be a family celebration.
My new-born brother wailed into existence
and my grandfather's eyes became two stopwatchescounting down his own exit. After the naming ceremony
my grandfather was quiet as a cut open for autopsy.
‘Vain and Careless’ exposes the superficiality and consequences of thoughtless actions, exploring the incompatibility of hearts in relationships.
Lady, lovely lady,
Careless and gay!
Once when a beggar called
She gave her child away.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poem celebrates the ethereal beauty of a sleeping child and his profound connection to the divine.
How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures, to make room for more---
‘After the War’ is a poem that takes a nostalgic look at the hard times that the poet remembers from her childhood following World War Two.
After the war
was the dull country I was born in.
The night of Stafford Cripps's budget
My dad inhaled the blue haze of one last Capstan
‘Void in Law’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning depicts the scuffle many Victorian women endured after getting married. The woman has been left alone with no real resources by a husband who prefers to spend time with his mistress.
Sleep, little babe, on my knee,
Sleep, for the midnight is chill,
And the moon has died out in the tree,
And the great human world goeth ill.