awaiting

It starts with whispers, soft and low,
A dream two hearts begin to grow.
A wish upon the silent skies,
A spark of love behind their eyes.

The waiting days stretch long and wide,
Hope dancing gently at their side.
Then morning light with trembling hands—
A test, a smile, a new life planned.

They count the weeks, they read, prepare,
A little room, a teddy bear.
The tiny kicks, the quiet tears,
The nesting built with joyful fears.