I debated within myself whether I'd share this poem, I Still Believe in Rainbows and Stars, for multiple reasons. It's multilayered with connections to Corrie and other topics, and like several of the poems I'm currently writing, deep in processing what the US is witnessing as a nation.
Judgement in Grief, Part I: Cast off the Japanese Beetles
But I do believe what was in the dark will come to light.
“Here Comes the Sun”
If you'd ask me to imagine life 20 years ago, the plans I'd made would fail to match real events. I would never want to picture: - losing a child, - a tornado destroying parts of our home, - a miscarriage, - or nearly losing a spouse to colon cancer. I'd never imagined those events… Continue reading “Here Comes the Sun”
From Out of the Darkness, You will Come
Often, from our darkest spaces, and our most vulnerable moments comes a light we can choose to cast on a small section of the world.
Mother’s Day for Those Without Hallmark Cards
We are not forever cast to the darkness, nor would our children here, in heaven, wished for, wondered about, or mothers we miss or worry for want us to exist there.
My Daughter’s Hands
One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.
Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem
When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?
Always
I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.
Cherry Blossoms: How Dreams for Our Children Change
We all have dreams for our children. I've often seen them symbolized in Cherry Blossom Trees
Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Growing up, I laughed at the thought of working in any garden. I believed that I possessed a brown thumb. Evening in Corrie's Butterfly Garden, also known as the Main Garden. Yet, the earliest lesson I remember from my teacher happened in second grade. Ironically, that was year I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit… Continue reading Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Corrie's Season 