Does She Know?

Just the other day, I was informed that I would be a mother,
Yet it isn’t me that will carry the baby, it is another.
The love I feel for this woman is extremely unique;
I don’t even know her and we can’t even speak.
How can I thank her for such a sacrifice?
How can anything I do every suffice?
I hardly know about her feelings or fears,
but I can guess the extent of her tears,
For my eyes flow with tears of my own-
When I think of her with arms empty and alone.
I wish I could convey to her the time I have spent crying,
Knowing that she feels like a part of her is dying.
But what would I say to someone so alone?
How would I gain her trust for this baby she has grown?
I wish I could know what is going through
So I could help her do what she must do.
Does she know how much she is on my mind?
Does she know that I am truly kind?
Does she know that I love her for the baby-
that she is so faithfully, entrusting to me?