Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.
Tag: Grief
Maybe It Won’t Rain, a Poem
Never could I whistle, and never did time allow for my goodbyes to all the children I ever loved.
A Reflection on the Person who Inspired my Strength
Never make a decision in the dark. Wait for the dawn to come.
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.
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.
A Spring You Envision, a Corrie Poem
My hopes for you, my daughter, are many like a spring you envision lasting forever.
Pictures of Corrie’s Resting Place for St. Patrick’s
Sometimes we feel alone in our grief over someone we've lost. Grief is the expression of our love for a life that filled our being.
When and Why We Write
Sometimes when we write, ... we're really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet with my author achievements because two of my poems will be published later this year. My therapist asked me what she thought was a strange question: "Can I… Continue reading When and Why We Write
Rainbows
Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."
Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon and a flag. As I put down the box made of a basket’s weave next to the space where Baby Alex rests, an angel statue lays on its… Continue reading Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
Corrie's Season 