She is me and I am her, Her feelings are mine, my laughter is hers, She hasn’t yet seen the things I’ve seen or heard the things iv heard although that isn’t much as I am still a baby like her, Late at night, I feel her, I feel her kicking her tiny feet indicating that she wants to meet me, that she wants to be free to explore the beautiful wide world without me, but through the excitement of my unborn baby girl I fear, Fear she may see the things I’ve seen hear the things I’ve heard then at just 15 still a baby herself end up with one inside her  xxx