With This Pen

Dear Avie,

I woke up and you’re gone.

I reached for your blanket.

Holding it close to my chest.

I miss you when you’re gone.

Swinging my feet off the bed.

Resting them on the cold hard floor.

The quietness of this house.

Drowning everything else out.

My words are flowing from deep down inside.

This pen and paper allows me to speak my mind.

Writing down how I feel inside.

With this pen and paper I will try to define.

It’s the only way to take the days that we spent together and make them last forever.

Xoxo- Mommy