Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.
Our Dance Without a Name
Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.
Category: children
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.
Maybe It Won’t Rain, a Poem
Never could I whistle, and never did time allow for my goodbyes to all the children I ever loved.
A Corrie Poem: Lightning Bugs
When I see the lightning bugs from your desk and window, I wonder if there are lightning bugs up where angels fly.
A Reflection on the Person who Inspired my Strength
Never make a decision in the dark. Wait for the dawn to come.
How We Remember Corrie
Corrie’s First Angel Anniversary Poem: Some Kingdoms
Sometimes we will heart the tap of shoes and giggles long after footsteps walk through the grove, the store, or sidewalks they know.
The Mothers We Need to Remember: A Poem
This poem is written for the mothers we sometimes forget on Mother's Day.
For the Love of Honey Mustard
With the honey mustard containers John and I brought to the table, you'd think we'd have four children instead of only two.
Corrie, I Arranged Your Flowers
If I removed the flowers from behind my ears because I thought that I looked silly, she caught me.
Corrie's Season 