Sleep Walking

T-shirt pulls upwards with wrinkles
Scratching all over body without tuck in
Causing wind enters into stomach

Stomach pain due to wind
Dances all over the stomach wall happily
Unless fart to eliminate pain


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 22 April 2014 at 5:37am to 5:55am

My dear 45 months toddler was sleeping, but he still could feel itchy and scratch himself. It was a very surprising discovery. Unconsciously, we still feel itchy during sleep even hot and cold. I am still questioning why my toddler feels itchy at night? Wish you all have good days and thank you.

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Body & Stomach Needs

Body needs
Stomach needs

Stomach wants vegetables
Why? Why? Why?
Because
Body needs vegetables

Body needs vegetables
Stomach growls for vegetables
Growl, growl, growl
For vegetables
So your mouth needs to eat
Vegetables

Vegetables are essential for body
Vegetables are rich in taste


Inspiration On: Saturday, 1 February 2014 at 1:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 15 February 2014 at 7:17pm

My 37 months toddler refused to eat vegetables in the midst of his lunch meal. A story sparks in my mind and slowly develops.

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


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.

Mother’s Extreme Cares

Lemon juice no sugar
She pour sugar into it
Worried of me having stomach gastric
But I have no such problem
Sour food doesn’t taste sour to me
But her taste bud taste sour sensitively

Baggy t-shirts is awful to her
Destroying her sight seeing
But it feels good to me
Especially windy days
Wind enters into the t-shirts
Cooling to the body
Might as well she hides in the room

Nags to dry my hair
After my shower
Nags to dry to my hair
Before I left home
Nags, nags, nags
Nags like a rewinding tape
Nags like a parrot

Oh, my ears are tired
But have to endure and learning to correct her gently
Her nagging concern


Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:17am
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 15 October 2013 at 11:51pm

My mother is extremely caring. But she tends to do things her way of concern in her point of view. Going through this, I learnt something valuable. Rather than concern with own point of view, I need to understand the recipients’ needs. Everyone has own needs and perspective as long as it didn’t compromise God’s Words.

Baby Game

Gladly, he smilingly passes
A pillow to me
Analogy as a baby
The baby he wants
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out

Question me how to
Pour in milk powder
With his one and
Only water milk bottle
Going to open it
My response is to
Use imagination to pour
Milk powder into his
Only water milk bottle
Next, he opens his
Water milk bottle to
Feed the baby (pillow)

My mind wonders around
Then question him curiously
Does he want me
To have another baby?
His nods with yes
He wishes to have
A sibling, a sister

Night fills the sky
Two penguins soft toy
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out
Taking water milk bottle
Feed them with his
Only water milk bottle
As the penguins repetitively
Taking turns to be
Slotted in, slotted out
Pregnancy and giving birth
In a continuum process
Letting the baby sleep
On his new bed


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 from 11:30am to 9:30pm

Beginning his own new game that I never know. As I recalled, he ever questioned how he existed. My reply was he stayed in my stomach then birthed out as a baby and wailed. A few times, he repeated this. Unexpectedly, today, he plays this game and shocks me. And my guess is correct. What do you all think?

Swaying Butt

Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .

Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
IMPOLITE!
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Repetitively
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Continuously
Avoid his slapping hand again.

Stop his butt and . . .
SLAP!
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward
Grinning!

Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am

After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.

排队,排队 Queuing, Queuing

排队,排队
排队,排队
排队到口渴。

排队,排队
排队,排队
排队到肚子响。

排队,排队
排队,排队
排队到晕倒。

排队,排队
排队,排队
排队到建造帐篷为了过一晚。

排队,排队
排队,排队
排队到时间消失。

Queuing, queuing
Queuing, Queuing
Queue until unquenchable thirst.

Queuing, Queuing
Queuing, Queuing
Queue until stomach growls for food.

Queuing, Queuing
Queuing, Queuing
Queue until faint.

Queuing, Queuing
Queuing, Queuing
Queue until building tents to stay a night.

Queuing, Queuing
Queuing, Queuing
Queue until time is lost.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 26 December 2012 at 2012 at 1:11pm

When I was passing by a small restaurant, I saw a lot of people queuing. So the above inspiration is birthed out.