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 within her, life so fair,
The coming of a new embrace.
Her body, an ancient rhythm’s drum,
Beating in sync with the turning sky,
She knew the moment soon would come,
When she’d hear her newborn’s cry.
But in that hour, she simply breathed,
Letting the waves of time unfold,
No fear, no doubt, just faith she wreathed,
In warmth, as dawn turned to gold.
A mere experience, some might say,
Yet to her, it was the world reborn,
On that September's early day,
A quiet eve before the morn, but it didn’t happen a few more nights to go.

© Thabiso Dube