Wandering through the meadow alone,
Listening to the melancholy tone.

The long grass sways, the flowers dance,
Time on my own to be cherished while I still have chance.

The poppy field was always held dear to my family,
Moments of sentiment so rare experience for me.

My hand on my bump as emotion grows wild,
My egg has developed into my child.

To have and to hold, nurture and cherish,
A happy life for him is all I can wish.

The air holds a hopeful smell for me and my baby,
Visualising bringing him to see what I see.

The glorious sun raises over the lands,
It won't be long before he is in my hands.

Improv using memories from my pregnancy with my son.
Using words: egg, emotion, grass, poppy and hands.
Mission set by @eddie12309