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.
Copyright ©
Anneline Moodley
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