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.


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.


You'll see.