Dear Avie,
The yard is quiet.
Empty but full of things.
Your playset.
Your swing no longer swings.
The slide makes no sound.
The wind chime floats away in the background.
The trees make their own sound.
Swaying around.
The fresh breeze blows through.
I can feel it on my face.
Touching my lips.
So soft.
Like an Angels kiss.
Xoxo- Mommy
