Somewhere

Somewhere in China there sits a woman, I imagine her being pregnant. Her belly filling up with love and baby. She feels the little flutter of her baby as she moves inside of her. She sees movement when she lies down at nite. Does she have cravings? Does she get tired ? Is she scared about what the future of this baby inside of her will be? Somewhere in China is a woman who has my daughter inside of her. Does she know how grateful I am to her? Does she know that because of her love for her daughter, my dreams of being a mommy will come true? Does she cry at nite? Does she moan for the loss of this baby that she knows will inevitably happen as soon as she gives birth? Does she know how much I love her?