The ultrasound

In a room where silence softly signs, 
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