Turning the pamphlet’s well-worn and underlined pages,in the soft green waiting room,comparing bellies; yours ripe and ready,mine a dream-filled pillow. Choosing the one, that was hard,the right one, my ideal other,the right hair, right eyes.Everything must be perfect for baby, The plan meticulous,your home towna twenty-five minute drive,just over the state line. Our meeting “Hey,…
