It starts with whispers, soft and low, A dream two hearts begin to grow. A wish upon the silent skies, A spark of love behind their eyes. The waiting days stretch long and wide, Hope dancing gently at their side. Then morning light with trembling hands— A test, a smile, a new life planned. They count the weeks, they read, prepare, A little room, a teddy bear. The tiny kicks, the quiet tears, The nesting built with joyful fears. Each heartbeat strong within the womb Is music echoing through the room. And every pain, and every cry Is love that teaches how to fly. Then comes the day the world stands still— A gasp, a push, a mighty will. The first soft cry, a sacred sound, New life, new light, the world spins round. Now sleepless nights and lullabies, Soft hands, wide yawns, and baby sighs. The journey’s just begun, they know, With every step, their hearts will grow. For parenthood is not a race— It’s holding time in warm embrace. A walk of love, both deep and true— A gift the soul was made to do.