... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
Tag: Grief
A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a running back prodiogy to run for a touchdown. Touch down, I know you'd hoped his feet would touch down on the ground again, and hopes wanted are dreams… Continue reading A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
What Can We Do about Grief?
When it comes to grief, my husband, John, and I take action.
When I Flip the Grief
The birds chirp outside. The underside of green leaves provides shade to those in the sun. This is the time of year that usually provides some of us with our best memories. The sound of children echo as they play in the pool in fewer amounts due to COVID-19. When you hear your child or… Continue reading When I Flip the Grief
The G-Word
This is the fourth post in my goodbye series. Dedicated to those who have ever had to say goodbye too soon. July is is Bereaved Parents' Month. Don't say the g-word. I don't want to hear it. "God?" you ask. I roll my eyes like my daughter, Corrie, did when I asked her a question… Continue reading The G-Word
The Fears we Can’t Predict and Promises we Can’t Keep
Fear exists everywhere in the world. It's been described in metaphors as the monster under the bed or by Dr. Seuss as the thing under the rug. Fear exists in the strongest of souls. Fear thrives in the uncertainty of what comes next. With the reality of COVID 19, there are many who fear when they'll… Continue reading The Fears we Can’t Predict and Promises we Can’t Keep
If Corrie was There (a Poem)
If Corrie was there, she'd run ahead of Hayes and me in a skirt with sparkles flopping up and down. Sparkles on her skirt were okay, but they could never be on the leggings or shorts that touched her skin. She'd rush ahead to inspect the tables set up by the church for her brother's… Continue reading If Corrie was There (a Poem)
The Middle School Season
Corrie on the night of my school's eighth grade dance this past winter. Some seasons we long to keep going. It is like that swim you want to take in September before the climate changes. Some seasons we want to end quickly. For five years and five months, I faced some serious tests from graduating… Continue reading The Middle School Season
Letting Go and not in the Elsa Way
The hardest part of parenthood is letting go. I am learning to let go in more ways than one. I'm not Elsa at the top of the mountain singing the joy of newfound freedom, "Let it go." As a child, I dreamed, however naively, I'd find this great love story and have my own children.… Continue reading Letting Go and not in the Elsa Way
Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom
I lost the kitten that went with the mitten. I don’t know where to find her. She played in the sun. When she was done, she came to wash the dishes as she followed my wishes to help me with the dinner. She said, “I’m the winner,” to her Papa, who ate the chips and… Continue reading Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom
Corrie's Season 