Dear Avie,
There’s something so precious about this.
Where do I begin?
Sitting outside your door.
Holding on.
Begging for more.
Hoping you will reappear.
Afraid of losing it all.
I know you will help me.
You will see me through.
Death will not take over.
I’m saving myself for you.
Wishing this was all a dream.
A game.
You’ve given me sight to see the beauty through all of my pain.
Xoxo- Mommy
