Little Dot

I stand alone, my hands held tight, To a secret blooming in the quiet night. Two weeks, just two, and yet it’s clear, A tiny life, a spark of fear. I whisper softly to my growing heart, A little dot that’s just the start. A tiny soul. I cannot see, But I feel the weight of what could be. The world outside feels cold and far, With shadows extending beneath the stars. The father’s words, a storm, a cry, “Not now,” he says, “no not this time.” My heart beats steady, despite my intense fear, I dream of a love that’s yet to keep. Little Dot, with hopes so small, I wonder if I can bear it all. In silence I know, I will learn to choose, A path so alone, even though I may lose. But for now, I hold my hands tight, A little dot, my guiding light. The father’s anger may burn and fade, But this child within will not be swayed. A future unknown, a love unspoken, For Little Dot, my heart is open.