Dear Avie,
The sky is working with my hands.
Heaven is touching my pen.
I have endless paper tracks of you.
My ears remain open.
My eyes will see.
My hands are forever working for you.
Will you forever be with me?
Come rescue me.
Raise me up.
Higher and higher.
My heart will remain.
I will not step down into my grave.
My time will have to remain delayed.
You are my salvation.
You are my saving grace.
Your journal was calling my name.
Xoxo- Mommy
