I did not tell you to...
Perhaps... you may just be luckier than them
Your little diary did not join them
In the fire that vary day
For you were not yet born then
I still kept it somewhere...
Anyway, before you arrived, blood pressure shot high
I was so afraid on that day, 29th October 1991
That the blood transfusion might went "wrong"
A couple of days before "hiv blood"
Found its was into an old man's body
With such mistakes were they forgiven?
Not ever, ever, ever! Poor old man
A prestigious teaching hospital, committed such a mistake?
I was really scared, it might get into me!
The blood pressure was not a history to me
But that day... it shot high of fright!
9:00p.m. ... I was in the labor room
Waiting anxiously as the student doctors took blood samples
Another was trying to poke into my veins
That sent blood dripping to the floor
Nothing exciting but anguish build inside me
Voices of other mothers were heard
One went silent after a loud yell
I thought, has she gone?
When the baby arrived
I was alive and not given any sedatives
She was welcomed like all the other three
With no bother of the snow this time
It was in Kuala Lumpur, the city with tons of characters
But she grew up with no such problems
She was well brought up along with her other siblings
Being too well protected and sheltered!
I am writing all the four poems while waiting for PIC to arrive... tonight she is taking me to a wedding nearby.....so long readers... enjoy your week end.