Four years ago, I did not know you.
Or did I?
You have been my friend, my rock, my support, my comfort.
Oh yes comfort.
To me and to my son.
In the most trying times, you have allowed me to be gentle.
To put what comforts me in my mouth.
To rest, as I have been exhausted.
A cushion for my son.
The only source of nurturing and nourishing in his first years of life.
A barrier, a wall. Keeping in the pain as I was deprived of my needs as a woman.
I thank you.
I love you.
I honor you.
I am ready to let you go.
Goodbye Mother Body.