December Promise

December air, quiet night. Doctor's words cut through the light. Hands were shaking,

heart stood still. Years of hope and wait and still. Too early to

say, but we both know. When faith whispers soft and low.

Tears fall fast, you cover your face like heaven just stepped in the

space. Every prayer we left unheard. Every ache without the words.

Now there's something new inside. A fragile spark we hold with pride.

If this is grace, we'll guard it gently. If this is

yours, God, please keep them safely. One heartbeat,