One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.
Category: Bereaved Parents
Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem
When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?
Always
I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.
Cherry Blossoms: How Dreams for Our Children Change
We all have dreams for our children. I've often seen them symbolized in Cherry Blossom Trees
Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Growing up, I laughed at the thought of working in any garden. I believed that I possessed a brown thumb. Evening in Corrie's Butterfly Garden, also known as the Main Garden. Yet, the earliest lesson I remember from my teacher happened in second grade. Ironically, that was year I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit… Continue reading Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Should I Lose my Way, a Poem
Should I lose my way, I'll look to the gardens. I'll not look to the sky.
Gold in the Sunrise
When the first cherry blossoms, I feel her kiss my check.
A Time for Heroes in the Return to Arendelle: A Corrie Poem and Garden Pictures
We named the new garden Arendelle, after John, my husband, recommended calling it the North Garden. It honors Corrie's love of Frozen.
Why the Angels Sing, a Poem
I know why the angels sing.
A Journey Long after the Casseroles are Gone
Never walk alone. I'll be here long after the casseroles are gone.
Corrie's Season 