Thomas Aubrey Hill Prewitt: A Found Poem
When all of my friends and
loved ones
exuberated at the birth of
my grandbaby,
I saved their words
and found a poem.
The words are now tucked
in a handmade book
to be delivered
tomorrow.
Here they are:
Thomas Aubrey Hill Prewitt: A Found Poem
Babies take their own time coming into our world
wander around New Orleans,
people pretend not to notice
holding on tight
on the roof of the world—
what a fine way
to welcome a baby.
Now it’s time to get down to business.
A big baby
all those prenatal vitamins
some historical record
tall like his grandpaw Tom
married to a chef,
devoted to the baby.
Saint Thomas
heralding the arrival
preserves on biscuits for breakfast
close to heaven for a Southern girl
spoil him rotten
The mama falls asleep and the baby falls asleep
that close snuggly comfort
pleased with existence
a beautiful name
tired parents
joy joy joy
who dat!
born in NOLA in June
love his hair do
Wooohooooooooo!
the start of some really big fun
give that baby a hug!
Roger Wolcott
Mr Tom:
I did not know that you are a poet. I am very impressed indeed.
I found the bog this morning, after returning from the Guadalupe Mass at Mission Dolores in San Francisco. There were a number of babies and small children in the largely Mexican crowd. Your poem is a reflection of some of what I had just seen.
May God be with you.
Roger
Ellen Morris Prewitt
On behalf of my grandson who I honored in this blog entry, I thank you! The Mass sounds like it was wonderful – Ellen