Herhangi biri.blogger

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🌙 You’re Not in My Arms Yet, But…

You’re not in my arms yet…
But only I know what lives within my soul.

My belly has turned into a window my hand reaches for over and over again.
As if, if I could just pull back the curtain a little, my eyes would see you.
My fingers would touch you.
I would finally smell you, feel you, know you’re real.

My baby…
I’ve collected the sweetest songs for you.
I’ve decorated your room countless times, somewhere in my mind.
I’ve even chosen your clothes, your name…

My baby…
No one has heard your voice yet, except me.
No one has seen you yet, except me.
And no one — except me — believes you already exist.

I don’t blame them. I’m not offended.
How would they know we meet in gentle dreams every evening?
How could they know I read you bedtime stories at night, stroke your hair beneath a tree,
only to wake again and again in the so-called “real” world?

But I know…
A day will come — a meeting no one will be able to deny.
And I’ll never give you away.
I won’t let anyone touch your hair.

No matter who you are, or how you are… I will love you always.

My baby…
The scent of you reaches beyond my heart.
My daughter, my son…
I’m here. Right here.

Don’t be afraid.
Don’t make your mother wait any longer.

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✉️ Author’s Note

This piece is a reflection of the hope and love growing quietly inside me.
A silent letter to a being I don’t yet know by name, but already carry in my heart.
If you, too, are in this tender wait — know that you’re not alone.
Some of us became mothers long before we ever held a child in our arms. 🌱