The words that you read today on this post, which I hope you take the time to read through, come from within. The words you read come from a mother who has buried a child and miscarried another within one year. The mother who writes today has found out her son, Hayes, has a mild case of COVID-19.
Month: July 2021
These Things I Wonder
There are so many things I wonder. Questions without answers.
Why I Know my Daughter Lives
I talk to Corrie everyday. Whether through a dream, memory, or out loud; I speak with my daughter. A relationship with a child isn’t like other relationships that may stop cold turkey. I still have two children. It’s just one moved out before the other. She grew her wings. She graduated to heaven, and we… Continue reading Why I Know my Daughter Lives
The Time of Year: a Corrie Poem
It’s that time of year, Darling, when I must be creative in the way I decorate.
How Much Pride I Take in my Daughter
Everyone always comments on her beauty, but she possessed an intelligence and wit beyond her 5.5 years.
Our House, Our Story
he land itself tells stories of love and loss and of survival. There is a love deeper than the roots of the trees torn up by the tornado. Lives continue past the human experience. The family of John, Hayes, and I continues with Corrie inside us and on the land.
Our Dance Without a Name
Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.
Dear Jackie: A Poem of Loss and Courage
Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.