Dear Avie,
Mourning abides forever.
Like a mountain.
It can’t be removed.
The flood water is raging.
It wants to take me down.
Rushing over the top of me.
Swallowing me whole.
I need to break through.
Deaths snare.
I will escape it somehow.
Cutting through the cords of death.
Coming up from the depths.
Pulling myself back up.
Crying out to you.
Fruit of my womb.
Xoxo- Mommy
