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On January’s bright and sunny afternoon,
A son was born beneath a golden sun.
But in my heart, as a mother I knew,
Something hidden, not yet true.

Through months of change, my thoughts would race,
I studied, I questioned, I set my pace.
Cardiac systems, blood and flow,
My mind, a labyrinth, seeking to know.

My gut, my instinct, soft yet loud,
A feeling wrapped in a proverbial shroud.
I prayed and hoped for all to be well,
But deep inside, a fear did swell.

And when he came, my little son,
I felt the battle begun.
The bluish tint upon his face,
A shrill cry, a distressed embrace.

When I first bathed him, my hands shook,
Tears streamed down my face,
That awful sound,
No one took to heart,
His cry, a mournful song,
A cry that lingered far too long.

Inconsolable, my baby wept,
Through sleepless nights, my vigil kept.
His tiny body, burning hot,
My mother’s heart, I knew the plot.

He would not feed, he turned away.
My worry grew each day.
No one saw what I could feel,
My instincts told me this was real.

I told the doctor, “Check him now”
I don’t know what’s wrong, just tell me somehow.
And when they looked, they saw the truth,
My fears confirmed, my heart uncouth.

It was his heart, that tiny beat,
A life in peril, incomplete.
Four days later, surgeons came,
To fix his heart, to ease his pain.

Through it all, my love stood tall,
My intuition, through it all
A mother’s heart, the truest guide,
A love that never turns aside.

For on that day, my son was saved,
By my love, the path I paved.
My instinct led through fear and doubt,
A mother’s voice that never clout.

In the end, through all the tears,
My intuition wiped away my fears.
And in my arms, my son I knew,
Alife reborn, with skies so blue.

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