I have seen photos of adorable skull-less babies
With perfect hands and match-tip fingernails
Grasping and holding. Saying hello.
Baby, will you be be closed-or-open-eyed?
These babies with fancy hats–
Pink crowns, Santa caps, bonnets of love–
Hiding the horrific known.
I promise you a soft hat and proper bandages.
Babies waving braceleted-arms pink and healthy
Against their white swaddles and reassurances:
Denied ponies, tricycles, and redwagon rides–
yet begifted–bedecked with glories and trinkets of love.
Baby, will you please live a little while?
Let our delivery room hold
A baby simply blowing spit bubbles,
Resting dimple-cheeked in loving arms.
Before leaving, let her
Bellow and caterwaul her opinion
Of all this Unfairness.
Yell, baby. Yell. All you want.