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Cold stone

Outside a light snow fell upon the woods, I could see perfectly the shape of the flakes that touch my skin in my hand to dissolved into water. My nostrils flared letting out steam of my heated breath out of the cold air to become nothing but a memory as it disappeared. My feet took their own path as I walked through the woods and stop on the snow covered tombstone infront of me. I knew well that my son wasn't there as we free his ashes into river back in North Carolina. I made this to have a physical memorial of him. My hand pass over the cold surface cleaning off the snow, later that my fingers trails the craved letters that said Levi Letto. Years have passed since my firstborn died in Aileen's womb. Was a horrible event that shattered all of us, and brought my mate and I together. Even now, that wound still bleed and hurt, as so much others that I have. With a heavy long sigh I kissed my lips and said goodbye to my son silently as I walked back to my home.

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Uploaded on December 14, 2018