Several years before COVID-19, I became a liver donor to my mum, who needed a liver transplant due to liver cirrhosis. It was discovered unexpectedly, and my family was shocked to hear about it. Being the only child, I knew it was my duty as her only son, to save her for all the years that she has sacrificed herself to bring me up. I did not hesitate to go through the procedure. I was determined to do it regardless of what happened.
It’s been many years after. Am glad that our family is still happy together even though my mum needs to be monitored frequently.
As a cyberpharmacist and digital health practitioner, I decided to dedicate a song to her through a new Generative AI software that I was exploring. While the whole song was miraculously created by Gen AI, my feelings and thoughts are truly reflected in this song as I explored my prompting skills as a recently Certified Prompt EngineerTM.
Under sterile lights, my fears start to rise,
But hope’s a guiding star, piercing anxious skies.
A part of me, I give, for you my dear,
Love conquers the pain, wiping away each tear.
[Chorus]
Your heartbeat’s my reward,
In your smile, I’m restored.
The ticking of the clock, a symphony of nerves,
Each breath a whisper of doubt and halting reserves.
Courage, hold my hand, guide me through this test,
For you, dear mom, I’ll give my very best.
[Bridge]
Pierced by needles, yet fueled by grace,
In this sterile room, I find my place.
For every anxious tear, there’s a promise made,
Love’s stronger than any fear, unafraid.
As I drift away on this quiet sea,
Dreams of your laughter, they carry me.
Your eyes, my lighthouse, through this unknown,
Giving life and love from my very bone.
[Bridge]
Through hospital halls, in a robe of blue,
I step forward, knowing it’s for you.
Grateful tears fall down, like gentle rain,
Washed by hope’s embrace, no trace of pain.
The gift of life was just a step we took,
Love flows through my veins, more than in a book.
I have also created a visual narrative using NightCafe – a generative AI image creator.
