There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Tag: Photography
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
The Chain That was Broken
Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.
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."
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.
When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem
Wake me in the morning to see the daffodils. See how they bloom during a time when lovers bring flowers, chocolates, and declare a summer day in Paris on "vacay" kind of love to one another.
Our House, Our Story
he land itself tells stories of love and loss and of survival. There is a love deeper than the roots of the trees torn up by the tornado. Lives continue past the human experience. The family of John, Hayes, and I continues with Corrie inside us and on the land.
On Another Shore: A Photo Story Poem for Brother and Sister
You are always with me. We walk on different shores. When you dig your toes into the sand, know I dig my toes in the sand on another shore.
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.
Corrie's Season 