The sound of soft, squishy happiness,
They called her Ponyo...
He would whisper to her
About the world outside
She would smile
Imagining her man and child together.
She grew for five weeks,
And then she stopped.
Despite her never having a beating heart,
They were heartbroken to lose her.
Perhaps it wasn't a 'her' as well
But she fuelled their dreams.
'Twas excruciating, the pain,
As she got expelled,
Not just blood, she lost her joy,
Not just peace, he lost his dreams.
A bit of her and a bit of him,
'Twas a beautiful magic
That lasted eight weeks,
Now it's dark, very dark
And there won't be light for long.
He says,'The soul of Ponyo' still lives
Somewhere within her
And someday, soon, they'll have her
Brightening their little world again.