Holding a Newborn

In my arms, a fragile life, all hope and despair,

a tiny heartbeat wrapped in the scent of the dawn.

With each gentle breath, the world seems to stare,

as I cradle a future, a brand-new yawn.

Her fingers curl, a soft grasp on my skin,

my heart swells and breaks—what a marvelous weight.

This fleeting moment feels like both loss and win,

a new light awakens, against shadows of fate.

With her hum, she weaves dreams I’ve yet to explore,

a canvas unmarked, pure potential and fear.

Holding her close, I’m reminded once more—

life’s messy and beautiful, all that we hold dear.