In The Womb

In shadows soft, where silence weaves, A tapestry of dreams conceives, Threads of love, both strong and fine, In the womb, a sacred design. Each heartbeat whispers, a gentle thread, Stitched with hope, where fears are shed, Intricate patterns, a dance divine, Knitted together, your soul and mine. In the quiet dark, where life begins, A symphony of cells, where love spins, Crafted by hands unseen, yet near, In the heart of a mother, we find no fear. So here I stand, a woven grace, A masterpiece born from a sacred space, In every fiber, a story told, Of being knitted, of love untold.