Twisted Metaphor
Then, out of nowhere. There he was.
He was pink and purple and white, he was screaming and Brenda and Leah and the stupid doctor were smiling. They were telling me that I had done such a good job, that he was here, that he was perfect.
I stared at him, because he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wished I hadn't. They took him away before I could touch him, feel his warmth against my chest, his skin against my fingers. He was gone, and it was like they took something away.
He was small and perfect and loud and I wish I could have touched him.
Could have kissed his eyelids and said goodbye. Explained that this was all for him, because I loved him so much. It didn't matter that he wouldn't understand or remember. I would.
But he was gone and then everything got one shade duller.
I wanted to forget he ever happened. But he was inside me for nine months; he kicked me awake from needed sleep, made me eat crazy food, and made me a legend.
I hope someday they tell you how much you meant to me.
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