Cosmic Cradle

In the gentle curve of a mother’s embrace,
a celestial canvas of dreams finds its place.
Her belly, a moon with secrets untold—
a cosmic spectacle, a story to unfold.

Beneath the stars of a velvet night sky,
a crescent moon grins, a twinkle in its eye.
Adorned with boy toys in playful display,
it’s a boy, the stars seem joyfully to say.

A rocket ship poised, dreams set to take flight,
a car, a plane, in the celestial night.
This unborn child, with worlds to explore,
in his mother’s belly, his essence they adore.

A cosmic connection, a bond so deep,
the universe watches, a secret to keep.
A mother’s love, a child yet to be—
in that starry expanse, their silent decree.

“It’s a boy,” the stars softly chime,
a surreal moment, frozen in time.
The mother’s heart, aglow with delight,
cradling her son beneath the moon’s soft light.

As dreams and stars together convene,
a portrait of love in this cosmic scene.
In the mother’s embrace, a universe of joy—
announcing to the heavens, “It’s a boy!”