Bereaved Parents, Child loss, flowers, garden, Grief, inspiration, Poetry, Writing

Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem

That is why I must stay until, as my daughter says, "Meet me at sunset just as the last colors cross the sky. You won't know the day or time, Mommy, but I will meet you at sunset as the last colors cross the sky."

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, flowers, garden, Grief, inspiration, Photography, Photos

Never Enough Lilies

Corrie loved all flowers, and John and I each remember her different favorites. She not only picked them, but put on a show with the flowers. She'd ask me to put the flowers in her hair, or she'd do it herself. She'd put them on the grass, as the green was the background of a portrait, for me to take a picture.