The moon is big and red in the sky tonight,  
And this month, again, your body bleeds from between your thighs.  
Why is it so hard to create a life?  
A silent futile fight.

A baby, a family of three,
A new branch to our family tree.
I wish you to be a mother, and me, our baby’s father.  
But the wait only adds more weight,  
Heaviness and stress.

There is nothing wrong with your body,  
So please do not blame yourself.
If a god exists, then in her time,  
She will give us the gift of a new life,
Blessed with happiness and health.

My love for you will always be strong,  
And I will always be here for you.
With every tear and every cry,  
I believe that one day,  
We will have our time
To bring a beautiful baby into our life.