Dear Avie,
When the soil becomes dry you bring on the rain.
I can hear you calling back to me while I call out your name.
Frozen in time.
Here comes the sunshine.
Thawing me out from the cold winter.
The darkness slowly moves away.
Sunshine takes over.
Some clouds are ok; I need a little bit of shade.
Summer is settling in.
I lost you to the October wind.
Xoxo- Mommy
