Chapter 4:

Movement: A Dance of Life

The First Flutters

A flutter, a stir, a life takes flight,
The first movements, in the pale moonlight.
A gentle nudge, a subtle sway,
As the fetus begins, to dance and play.

The mother feels a whisper, a delicate touch,
A connection made, oh, so much.
A tiny hand, a curious prod,
A dance of life, a wondrous god.

The fetus explores, its newfound space,
A symphony of motion, at its own pace.
A somersault here, a kick there,
A joyful dance, beyond compare.

The Dance of Life

The dance of life, a wondrous sight,
As the fetus moves, with all its might.
A symphony of motion, a graceful sway,
As the weeks pass, and the months sway.

The mother feels the rhythm, the gentle beat,
A connection profound, a love so sweet.
The dance of life, a wondrous sight,
As the fetus moves, with all its might.

A symphony of motion, a delicate sway,
As the weeks pass, and the months sway.
The mother cradles, this precious soul,
As the dance of life, makes her whole.

A Symphony of Motion

A symphony of motion, a graceful sway,
As the fetus dances, day by day.
A delicate touch, a gentle nudge,
A connection profound, a love so much.

The mother feels the rhythm, the gentle beat,
A symphony of motion, a love so sweet.
The dance of life, a wondrous sight,
As the fetus moves, with all its might.

A symphony of motion, a graceful sway,
As the weeks pass, and the months sway.
A love so profound, a connection so deep,
As the fetus sleeps, and the mother does weep