In the soft light of September's dawn,
She felt the earth beneath her shift,
A quiet tremor, a gentle yawn,
As time prepared its precious gift.
Each breath she took, a whispered prayer,
For strength to face the unknown tide,
In her heart, a love so rare,
Yet unspoken, it would not hide.
The world outside moved unaware,
But she, cocooned in sacred grace,
Held...