Bereaved Parents, Poetry, Writing

A Poem for my Friends: The Moment When

Step outside one day at a time, and refuse to recoil when I hear that people are putting out their hummingbird feeders again for such birds of blue and green my Corrie shows to me in my sleep.

bereavement, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

Where You are, You will Come Again (For Jack, For Corrie and poetry excerpt)

Death smiled when she said, "Where you are, you will come again."