Nine pounds of perfection
with Lake Michigan eyes on a hot August day
ten fingers, ten toes
and Hollywood lips.
She’s got her father’s dimples.
So you must be wrong
She’s all right.
If you remove the tubes and wires
turn off the blinking lights–
Let me hold her and you’ll see.
Once she’s in my arms
hearing my voice
her skin against mine
she’ll be fine. Really.
You can’t know her like I do.
She’s a fighter.
We were one for nine months
I understand her.
She should be with me
not in your little plastic box
surrounded by masks and gloves.
She needs me.
My baby is just fine.
You’ll see.
Perfection.
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Author: A.J. Goode
I am a romance novelist, single mother of three, and a high school lunchlady. To be completely honest, I have no idea which of those jobs is the most rewarding and which is the biggest challenge. I love them all.
I write romance novels about the kind of people who might pass me on the street every day. My characters are often hurting in some way, and need to learn to trust others in order to heal themselves.
I also blog about trying to focus on writing, and about my day-to-day experiences in small-town America. I write about life. The good, the bad, and the just plain odd.
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