A tiny flutter
like the movement of
butterflies wings.
Soft, but strong.
Eager, and growing.
Fluttering about on
a quiet journey.
Day by day,
drifting toward
the moment when
you rest in my arms.
A tiny flutter.
Barely noticeable.
A quiet reminder,
that even now,
I protect you.
That you grow
inside of me.
Sheltered.
Loved.
Cherished.
My little butterfly.
A tiny blessing,
fluttering about inside.
