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.
Category: Bereaved Parents
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.
What is the Power of Words in Our Grief?
No matter the loss. No matter the person. No one should ever feel alone in the months and years after loss. Grief doesn't vanish after the last casserole comes to the door.
On Another Shore: A Photo Story Poem for Brother and Sister
You are always with me. We walk on different shores. When you dig your toes into the sand, know I dig my toes in the sand on another shore.
Why Create a New Page?
For any author or artist, it's good to have a published page where you show your work.