In the light of the rising moon,
beneath a sky brushed soft with purple,
I danced along the waning tide,
and felt the hush between our heartbeats —
two rhythms slowly finding one.

I have been waiting for this moment,
when time folds quietly around us,
when the world grows still enough
to hear the whisper of becoming.

Your presence hums within me now,
a promise wrapped in breath and wonder.
To hold you — at last,
to cradle the shape of love made real —
will be the memory I keep forever.

Motherhood begins in this light,
in the swell of sea and moon and heart,
as I grow you,
and you, softly,
begin to grow me too.