Dear Avie,
I will go through the sea.
Making my way back to you.
My soul won’t ever be free of you.
Tears from my eyes are swallowed up by my pillow at night.
When you died a part of me went with you.
The troubles of my heart have multiplied.
How will I be able to survive?
My words tell a story of sorrow.
I ache to hear you call out my name.
The love and the loss.
The lack of fear.
Sitting and waiting.
Wishing that you were near.
I will lie here.
Waiting for my angel to reappear.
Xoxo- Mommy
