My hopes were not high
Past experience taught me
You have trouble
With blood tests
Once you tried to bite
Another you bounced
Off all four walls
Others we restrained you
Many tantrums erupted
Even as a small baby
We had to
Poke your life from you
We had to know
If Alpha-1 would show
Even if your senses assaulted
Even if it hurt
My momma heart bled
Every time
I wanted to run
Run with you far away from Alpha-1
So this time we prepared
We had mental rehearsal
A tourniquet would go on
Numbing spray applied
The poke would be quick
Hurt less than a shot
"I know you can do it."
"But Mom," you'd whine.
But I doubted
I prepared for the worst
Even bribed you
With 25 cent jewelry
Some told me you could do it
But I believed otherwise
Until you turned on a dime
And showed me you could
Sitting there peacefully
Watching it all calmly
Making Mama so proud
My brave Gracie :)
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