Dear Avie,
I know the summer eventually turns into winter.
The snow will drift down onto the ground.
Covering up the footsteps that were once there.
The snow will continue to fill up in their space.
My footsteps are disappearing without a trace.
Snowflakes continue to fall from up above.
Landing on my lips.
The cold freezes my face.
You are up there in the sky.
Can we go back to once upon a time when you were all mine?
Xoxo- Mommy
