a tiny heart is beating.
I feel its movements,
isn’t it a miracle?
I touch my belly,
gently rounded,
and smile.
I hear your heartbeat
and I cry—
it happens.
stories every night.
your daddy
is so proud of you, little one.
one second.
name ideas.
you begin to imagine
life so beautifully.
the first day of school.
scraped knees.
drawings taped to the fridge.
a tiny hand
wrapped around my finger.
but what did I do wrong, sweetheart?
22 weeks and 4 days.
terror.
where are you, little one?
please,
don’t leave.
why are you listening to them?
they tell me
you won’t make it.
why?
how can a world
so vast
hold a hell
so close to me?
I’m just a mother.
mother.
I tell you stories
even now.
maybe you hear them.
maybe you don’t.
but I still tell them.
and I still keep a place for you
inside every dream…
so please,
don’t leave.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
a tiny heart is beating.
I feel its movements,
isn’t it a miracle?
I touch my belly,
gently rounded,
and smile.
I hear your heartbeat
and I cry—
it happens.
stories every night.
your daddy
is so proud of you, little one.
one second.
name ideas.
you begin to imagine
life so beautifully.
the first day of school.
scraped knees.
drawings taped to the fridge.
a tiny hand
wrapped around my finger.
but what did I do wrong, sweetheart?
22 weeks and 4 days.
terror.
where are you, little one?
please,
don’t leave.
why are you listening to them?
they tell me
you won’t make it.
why?
how can a world
so vast
hold a hell
so close to me?
I’m just a mother.
mother.
I tell you stories
even now.
maybe you hear them.
maybe you don’t.
but I still tell them.
and I still keep a place for you
inside every dream…
so please,
don’t leave.