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Of Course by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter
Of CourseMaggie DeversHer feet were purple when she was born,The cord pinned between her shoulder and me.Half a dozen extra doctors and nurses had converged in the room moments before,All of me open to all of themAs my doctor, the one I started with so many weeks ago,Back when she told me they don’t use the tongs anymore,Suction cupped her tiny head and yanked,I breathed,And the baby entered this world with a mighty howl.
In seconds all the contingency actors vanished.
The center of the room, the universe,Was a tiny creature, fists tight, mouth wide, screaming.Of course she was born the only way she lives—stubborn and fearless.
In seconds all the contingency actors vanished.
The center of the room, the universe,Was a tiny creature, fists tight, mouth wide, screaming.Of course she was born the only way she lives—stubborn and fearless.
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By Maggie DeversOf CourseMaggie DeversHer feet were purple when she was born,The cord pinned between her shoulder and me.Half a dozen extra doctors and nurses had converged in the room moments before,All of me open to all of themAs my doctor, the one I started with so many weeks ago,Back when she told me they don’t use the tongs anymore,Suction cupped her tiny head and yanked,I breathed,And the baby entered this world with a mighty howl.
In seconds all the contingency actors vanished.
The center of the room, the universe,Was a tiny creature, fists tight, mouth wide, screaming.Of course she was born the only way she lives—stubborn and fearless.
In seconds all the contingency actors vanished.
The center of the room, the universe,Was a tiny creature, fists tight, mouth wide, screaming.Of course she was born the only way she lives—stubborn and fearless.