Paintings by Virginia Johnson
Groundwood Books, 2011
$8.95 (board book), 22 pages
A mother watches her newborn, and wonders about all that he sees and feels in this tender poem originally published in 1999 as a picture book.
"This new baby / sleeps in my arms / like a moon / sleeping on a cloud," the mother muses, as she holds him close, her face touching his.
Later, she says, as he drifts into a dreamworld in father's lap, he's "like a hawk drifting through the sky."
Later, she says, as he drifts into a dreamworld in father's lap, he's "like a hawk drifting through the sky."
For a time the baby's still, then something stirs inside him, disquiets him, "the sound of hawks' wings lifting," and he lets out a cry, deep from inside.
