Bereaved Parents, children, Grief, Life, parenthood, parenting, Poetry, Writing

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.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, Grief, Life, Poetry, Writing

A Reflection on Military Members Lost

Less than two months after Corrie's graduation to heaven, I thought about my great grandmother, and her loss of her oldest son, Marshall.

Advocacy, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Family, inspiration, Life, Photography, Poetry, Writing

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.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Grief, inspiration, Joy, Life, Loss

Why I Chose The Lord of the Dance for Corrie

Because my daughter lives in me, and she is a "life that'll never, never die."

Education, Life, Writing, Young Adult

The Destiny of the One Ring

But I have a ring that reminds me of a destiny greater than myself.

Child loss, children, Family, Joy, Life, Writing

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.

Art, Child loss, Life, parenting, Writing

Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father

The circle of men crowded the museum  for the first time in five years to judge the work of art. They gathered around  the work by Jack after  the curators of  the museum had promised Jack that  every color, every edge,  and blur could possibly lead to  his own exhibit. For they claimed they were… Continue reading Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, flowers, garden, Life, parenthood, Photography, Photos, Uncategorized

Corrie, I Arranged Your Flowers

If I removed the flowers from behind my ears because I thought that I looked silly, she caught me.

Education, Life, Poetry, Writing

Empty

Empty hall and empty chairs ...

Child loss, children, Life, Loss, Poetry, Writing

That Way: A Corrie Poem

Remember when I interview you in braids and a princesses' bathing suit?