Seven pounds of perfection

with eyes like Lake Michigan on a hot July day

Hollywood lips

She's got her father's dimples.

So you must be wrong:

She's all right.

If you would just remove the tubes and wires

and turn off the blinking lights-

If I could just hold her

You'd see.

Once she's in my arms

hearing my voice

feeling my skin against hers

she'll be fine.

Really.

You don't know her like I do

I carried her for nine months

She belongs with me

not in your little plastic box

surrounded by masks and gloves.

She needs me.

My baby is just fine.

Perfection.

You'll see.