Friday, January 13th, 1981
My Stomach was on fire
I couldn’t understand the pain, I had never felt anything like it before

I was rushed to the hospital as fast as could be
Up on a bed, being picked and prodded

The doctor turned to say
You have a little baby on the way
A month and half early

Tests had to be done
To be certain that all was ok
An amniocentesis needle stuck inside me
The needle was dirty, I had been injected with Listeria

My vital signs went crazy, the baby was in jeopardy

At 7:13 on Friday the 13th a beautiful little baby girl was cut out of me, she was heaven sent

Mom and baby were sick as could be, but nothing that three months of good care wouldn’t cure

Today that little beauty is a healthy 29 years young

She’s made me proud each day of her life

So when people ask me if I’m superstitious, I proudly say “no” my first born was gifted to me on Friday the 13th at 7:13!
The 13th is my good luck day.

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My Sweet, Lucky, Friday the 13th©

Written by Felina Silver

Copyright© April 13, 2018