But I must, again, find my internal grit, and face the world with what has happened and what will come.
Category: Writing
7 Minutes in Heaven (a Corrie Poem)
Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...
What is Gold to Us
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
When We Danced in the Rain, from Corrie’s Collection
Grab your rain boots, or leave your sandals on. Let's dance in the rain before the thunder comes.
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.
Corrie's Season 