July 7, 1965
Was the day you became independently alive.

There was no rush or rally
Getting to the hospital called Queen of the Valley.

Labor was induced,
A method Doctors then often used.

Nothing new.
It was done when a week overdue.

Then around my bed a large flock
Of doctors and nurses administered a saddle block.

It seemed insane,
A spinal injection to prevent birthing pain.

It was difficult to understand,
These unfamiliar procedures in this land.

For the moment I felt glee,
When you were born pain free,

But then I had unbearable pressure in my head.
It was from the spinal injection, they said.

Not being able to move and 24 hours flat in bed
Was all worth it when they said,

A baby girl for you to see,
As healthy as can be.

I was so happy to take you home,
and to no longer be home alone.

And, as a new immigrant, you filled my homesick days
In many happy ways.

Your birth in the USA
Made us decide to stay.

Our parents shed tears
When we did not return in the planned 5 years.

Daphne, you have never been a bother,
I am so proud that you are my daughter.

You always show tenderness
And bring me much happiness.

And when we disagree,
We do not hide or flee.

And maybe, at times, without flatter,
We talk until we resolve the matter.

You have had your share of sorrow,
But always believed in a better tomorrow.

You’re self-sufficient and independent
And could not be a better parent.

For you to continue to be as happy as can be,
That is the wish from me.

On this celebration of turning 47 years,
You look younger than your peers.

Daphne take care of your health,
Always remembering that it is the only true wealth.

Happy birthday, Daphne Mary Ann.
I will always be your fan.

Love Mom.