Category: Writing

Bereaved Parents, Family, Grief, marriage, Poetry, Writing

Just One More Day

Corrie's Mom

I held your hand after our daughter died ...

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Grief, Loss, Poetry, Writing

Of Lighthouses and Mermaids, a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

Storms wash away paint on the lighthouse, and there's no repair.

Poetry, Writing

Fourth Corrie Poem Published

Corrie's Mom

I'm grateful that "Some Mornings on the Farm" marks my twentieth publication.

Poetry, Writing

A Poem, Excerpt from The Girl on Arc Fall Road

Corrie's Mom

As the years go by, employees leave the cities, they live in renovated mill houses with an in-ground pool in the backyard, and a BMW in a new garage. 

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

We Must Awake: a Poem

Corrie's Mom

John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”

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

Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

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, bereavement, children, garden, Grief, Joy, Life, Loss, nature, Photography, Photos, Writing

Into this Good Earth, Part 2: Ways We Remember Corrie and Each Other

Corrie's Mom

I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Poetry, Writing

No Child’s Word or Whistle

Corrie's Mom

Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, parenthood, Photos, Writing

Stike Out Moving On: Say Moving Forward

Corrie's Mom

There is no such thing as moving on when you lose your child.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, flowers, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

Wake me in the morning to see the daffodils. See how they bloom during a time when lovers bring flowers, chocolates, and declare a summer day in Paris on "vacay" kind of love to one another.