He says I hurt him, acted wild,
But those are lies, I’m still so mild.
He doesn’t care what I endure,
Through stress and pain, I stay sincere.
I feel the weight of false claims made,
That I’m to blame for every fade.
He doesn’t see my body’s fight,
Pregnant, weary, through the night.
Though rage and doubt cloud his mind,
I hold on tight, our hearts entwined.
I won’t give up, I’ll find a way,
To heal what’s broken, make him stay.
The feeling of you gently moving,
Tiny flutters, soft vibrations proving,
A little life, so active and true
You make my day, my night, too.
I’m learning your rhythm, your ways,
The moments you kick, the times you play.
My little fighter, strong and bright,
Feeling you brings pure delight.
Each movement tells me we’re connected,
Our bond so deep, so well-protected.
In every flutter, a love so tight
You make my world, my day, my night.
