“An Infant Maestro by Stewart Stafford Baby as a bag of cats, Grunting like an Everest climber, Then screaming as if tortured, Followed by innocent, cooing smiles. Drinking milk from a rocket bottle, Tiny hands move with satisfaction, Conducting an invisible orchestra, Sighing in rhythm to his gulps. Bored stares at the ceiling, As Baby Mama changes him, Then eye-rolling slumber, Floating away in the bassinet. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” BabyParentingParentsParenthoodInfantParents And ChildrenBabiesBabies In BasketsChild ProdigyBaby Poem Author:Stewart Stafford
“This is overdue. Quite a bit, I'm afraid. I apologize. We moved to Topeka when I was very small, and Mother accidentally packed it up with the linens. I have traveled a long way to return it, and I know the fine must be large, but I have no money. As it is a book of fairy tales, I thought payment of a first-born child would be acceptable. I always loved the library. I'm sure she'll be happy there.” BooksAdoptionFairy TalesLibrariesLibrariansOverdueBabies In BasketsOverdue Books Book:Uncanny Magazine Issue 3: March/April 2015 Source: Uncanny Magazine Issue 3: March/April 2015