Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Poetry, Writing

I Wanted: A Poem for my Son

There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, flowers, Grief, inspiration, Photography, Photos

The Chain That was Broken

Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.

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

Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem

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

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

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Grief, inspiration, Joy, Mental Health, Photos

Corrie’s Visit Made All Well with my Soul

... but for the first time in a long time, my daughter, Corrie, visited me in a dream. Corrie's visit settled my soul.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Life, Poetry, 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 ...

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Family, Poetry, Writing

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.

Education

Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher

Corrie was never afraid to ask. She'd start with the charm offensive. When students enter our classroom, they know anything might happen. It’s not in the “We’re going to Disney World” way. Nor is it in the “Mermaid unicorns do exist way.” Our classroom is not your Great Aunt Mildred’s classroom where students sit in… Continue reading Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher

Child loss, Family, Joy, Life, Loss, Poetry, Writing

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.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, inspiration, Joy, parenting, Writing

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.