a gentle wave of hopes arises,
With a heartbeat echoing through the air,
A tiny life so precious and rare
The screen that glows so bright, oh what a wondrous site
A glimpse of love, future so bright,
Little hands and feet begin to show
In this moment dreams start to grow.
With every pulse, a story unfolds
A journey of warmth, a tale to be told
In the magic of this fleeting glance
A mothers heart starts to dance.
-- Raina H., Adult