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...
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