Dear Avie,
Death is like a breath of fire.
It consumes you.
Will I be able to live with these everlasting flames?
Draw me into your safe harbor.
Take me in from the storm.
Shelter me from the rain.
The heavens tell your story.
The Angels proclaim.
Clawing my way out of the depths.
Pulling myself back up.
Crying out your name.
Xoxo- Mommy
