Wait… since when do we start to count babies' babbling as language? We don't know about you, but we're pretty sure that no newborn we've ever heard has had anything very complicated to communicate. That's the sneaky part of "Morning Song," though: it takes a character who seems as far from linguistic competence as possible and then discusses its ability to make language. Seem odd? Well, yes. But any time a poem figures itself as an address (from "me" to "you"), chances are that it will highlight the ways that it uses language to deliver its message. This poem is no exception. The fact that it's about a baby only makes things more interesting.
The speaker doesn't form a true bond with her child until the end of the poem when she feels they are communicating for the first time.
The baby isn't actually communicating with the speaker, regardless of what the speaker thinks.
"Morning Song" is a sneak peek into the very first moments of a family's formation. We witness as a woman goes from being a single person to being a mother. Presto! We've got a family. Funnily enough, though, not everyone is immediately overjoyed at the thought of spending their lives with a small, screaming bundle o' joy. Despite the tension that we see in the poem, by the end, we feel that the new family is forming strong bonds.
The speaker's feelings for her child are entirely natural.
The speaker and her child have formed a strong mother-child bond by the end of the poem.
Every time something major happens in your life, there's a good chance that you'll step back and take a few moments to contemplate how it's changed the way you think or behave in the world. And let's face it: becoming a mother is a pretty massive change. Our speaker sure thinks so, at any rate. "Morning Song" may seem to be about how a new baby acts in the world, but it's also an opportunity for a new mother to play out her changed sense of self.
The speaker doesn't know how to view herself since becoming a mother. She's unsure if she should think of herself as a distant creator, a food source, or a caretaker.
Okay, so maybe "babyhood" would be a better way to describe this particular theme. After all, the youth in question has only been around for about a day. Even so, this baby has already garnered quite a bit of attention. It's got enough descriptions attached to its name that it's hard to figure out quite what it means to be a baby anymore – which is fine, since, as our speaker points out, the kid doesn't seem to know enough to care at this particular moment. Nope, Baby is saving up all her strength for screaming. Which is what babies tend to do best.
The speaker feels that babies aren't entirely human yet.