Bearing a Child
Within a garden, unseen yet so true,
A cosmos blooms beneath a mother's hue.
Bioluminescent butterflies take flight,
As constellations whisper through the night.
Here, shifting sands of emotion flow,
Hormonal storms where gentle breezes blow.
The whispers of grandmothers, wise and old,
Echo in dreams, in stories yet untold.
Singing stars ignite the fertile ground,
Aspirations for the future, dreams unbound.
Whispering trees, with roots of memory deep,
Nourish the garden where the baby sleeps.
The body stretches, a canvas vast and grand,
A metamorphosis sculpted by nature's hand.
Blooming with life, a vessel strong and true,
A sacred space where miracles accrue.
Love's gentle rain upon the garden falls,
Nourishing dreams within the earthen walls.
The tremors of life, a joyous, rhythmic beat,
Felt not just within, but beneath her feet.
This journey, a tapestry woven with might,
Of magic and wonder, bathed in moonlit light.
A bond that strengthens with each passing day,
For mother and child, forever they'll stay.
So let us celebrate this miracle's hold,
A story whispered, yet bravely told.
For in this womb, a universe takes flight,
A woman's magic, a radiant light.
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