Dear Avie,
Your little hands.
Reaching slowly.
Softly touching the flowers.
You were always gentle with delicate things.
Trying to picture you here.
All of this is taking me somewhere.
So fast.
What does it all mean?
Fast forwarding.
Death has done this to me.
Confusion.
Wondering.
Zombie like through life.
No directions to follow.
Only hunger.
Pain.
Misery.
Hoping my words will make it to you.
They will see me through.
It brings me closer to you.
Dreams.
Shattered.
Spread thin.
Heal me from within.
Xoxo- Mommy
