Arya

Words can not describe motherhood they crumble like bits of hardend dust next to the light. Our 

take is a sad one. A story not yet finished,yet is. Hearts are one and yet none at all 

I only exist with you. Blood is changed and strings are woven between our souls The moon is my link to you 

Your stone means nothing to me.  But a remind of our almost life. Our hurt was never meant yet was 

your life more precious than light or warmth   You are taken from my light and cast into another. Both warm but still I worry. I always will 

until we meet again.