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.
