To my darling j on her newest adventure
It belonged to everyone now
The baby, her husband, the nurses,
Pregnancy was about so much more than giving,
It was about releasing
Releasing hope, frustrations, worries, fears
About releasing another form into the ether
From the tightest hold one soul can have on another
About cleaving away all control…
There would be time to wonder, time to speculate, time to reminisce,
But not now, not while everything is still temporary,
Not while her body belongs to everyone but herself…
–ECW
