Journey of Pregnancy

Slight giddy head
Rest on bed
Fatigue speedily
Vomit feeling
Consult the doctor to
Hear amazing congratulations

Day by day
Gradually
Stomach grows larger
Unlike soft stomach
Tiny feet kick
Tiny legs swim
Foetus kicks in the morning
Speaking to him with amplifier
Foetus responds with kicks

No appetite towards Milo
Turn to accepting Milo
Milo tastes better on tongue
Increasing obsession in tidying and cleaning
Loving dark colours but
Glued to loving bright colours

Every week I see him
Through the scan
At gynaecologist
Every day I am curious of foetus’ looks
Every day I communicate with foetus
Every day I pray for foetus
Every day I am marvelled of God’s creation

One day, it is foetus’ physical health check day
Another gynaecologist congratulates
The foetus is a he
Return to my gynaecologist
Through the scan
Foetus turns head towards the scanner
Curious at the protruding scanner

Foetus gradually grows heavier
Punches and kicks are stronger
Sleeping on my back is unbearable
Forced to sleep side ways with bolster
Until feeling he is slipping out for weeks
Then blood spotting drips
Rush to hospital

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Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 10:48pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 22 November 2013 at 9:42pm

During my shower, the inspiration echoed to write poetry about my pregnancy journey.

Stop Testing My Patience

Stop! Stop!
Please stop
Please stop
Your nuisance
Please stop
Testing my patience

Please stop
Hitting
Please stop
Kicking
Please stop
Bullying
Please stop
Your nonsense

Please stop
Bullying in school
Bullying in enterprise
Please
Respect
Care
Practice compassion
In this world

What will you do?
If you are in my position?
What will you do?

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 26 June 2013 at 10:03am
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 14 July 2013 at 2:51pm

I can’t stand a person who tried to find fault. Every time I’m the one who tried to avoid quarrel, they are trying to quarrel with my family. So I have been feeling and wishing them to stop testing my patience.

Kick The Air

At the kitchen
Kick the air
Sandals fly
Landed onto
Table

On the bed
Kick the pillow
Pillow flies over
Landed onto
Grandma’s face

At the living room
Kick the air
Shoes fly over
Landed onto
Poor crying floor

Kick the air
Kick the air
Kick and kick

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Inspiration On: Friday, 12 July 2013 from 10:48pm to 10:55pm

My son loves in my mother’s room. Nowadays, he tends to kick the air to remove his shoes and sandals. While he was drinking milk on her bed, he kicked the pillow and it fell onto his grandma’s face.

Beat Bad Weather

Sharp scolding
Loud howling
Scolding the rain
Howling the rain
To halt
Because they
Postpone his outing
Disrupt his outing

Kick towards the thunder
Kick towards the lightning
Kick towards the rain
Punch! Punch!
Kick! Kick!
Punch! Punch!
Kick! Kick!
Against
The bad weather.

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 25 April 2013 from 3:33pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 25 April 2013 at 9:18pm

My son was unhappy because thunder and rain postponed his outing. Though he was impatient, this may teach him about patience. Unexpectedly, his reactions became the source of my inspiration. First paragraph is told from my perspective, but second paragraph is told from his perspective when he commented he kick against the thunder. Definitely, he was unhappy and vented his anger towards the bad weather. All I told him was to wait.

Kick Empty Bucket

PAM!
Kicking the empty bucket
PAM!
BAM! BAM!
It falls over
As it
ROLL! ROLL!
And
ROLL! ROLL!

SCOLDING!
Afraid of grandma’s scolding
Grandma’s first scolding
WAIL!
Wail FeArFuLlY.

On his cot, he confesses
Confesses of his wrongdoings
Wrongdoings to me.
Slowly & gently, I explain
It is wrong
Wrong to kick the bucket
The empty bucket.
Don’t repeat it.
Nod, nod.
Nodding in agreement.
Learning his lesson.

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 11:45pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 9:57pm

Upon rushing home from the lecture performance, my son played with the recycled bucket in his grandma’s room during my shower. His grandma never scolds him and tends to spoil him with lots of things. The recycled empty bucket is to contain the air-conditioner leakage. Of course, my son was testing his grandma’s patience. Scolding occurs then afraid. Next day onwards, he stops doing it.

Toddler reaching 2 Years Old

Touching the table
Tapping the table
Smacking the table loudly

Leaning against the wall
Leaning against the table
Causing it to creak and slide backward
Leaning against the opened door
And almost fall

Let me go and off
Climbing the window grill
Climbing up and down
Climbing left and right
As I watch in fear
In fear of his safety
But burst of laughter
Is his response to me

Pushing the chair to the door
Climbing the chair
Hand reaching to the door knob
And the door is opened
Grinning upon accomplishing it
Leaping from the chair
And run to my embrace
Astonished by his action.

Running around the living room
Running around the bed side
Running around the library
Running around the mall
Observing a twirling spectacle display
Spinning round and round while holding my hand

Upon reaching home
Kicks in the air
Swinging his legs in the air
And off the sandals out of his feet
One drop onto my head
One landed my spouse’s face

Knocking grandma’s room door
Wanting to enter her room
No response
Banging the door
The door is opened
Enter her room swiftly
Press the door lock at the knob
But, he can’t unlock due to his height

Before sleep
In the cot
Twirl his body
A somersault occurs

Finally, the active baby
Falls asleep in the
Small lit room
With music.

Oh, I am in peace.
Peace has returned to the house.
Everyone is at peace.
A peaceful atmosphere.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 16 June 2012 at 9:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 21 June 2012 at 1:23am

An observation of my active toddler who is going to reach two years old, the above inspiration is birthed out and penned down. In the paragraph “Upon reaching home”, his sandals drop onto the floor. Though I depict it landed onto my head and my husband’s face, it occurs in the realm of my imagination in order to make it funnier.