Mask 1 hides the bereaved mother screaming inside. She asks, “Why am I still alive?” but I tuck her down deep, even put her to sleep, so she will not speak all that is one her mind. "Shhh … little momma, don’t you cry" although your daughter is not alive.
Tag: poem
Escape from Hitchcock
There are days when you long for the waves to rush over your feet, and you discover the kind of days made for digging in garden dirt as sweat pours down your face, and you believe you recognize the signs of happiness again after you've known darkness of the darkest kind.
Where Will You Dance: A Holiday Poem for Corrie
It's a misconception that I never dance nor sing because I sang to you again on Christmas Eve as you would ask of me.
For Corrie’s Ninth Birthday
Each year, we honor Corrie’s birthday in a small celebration with friends.
Karen, I Deserve an Academy Award
I guess you didn't know when you wrote your opinion that I woke up at 4:30 a.m. to once again take my husband to the hospital one more time. One more time and one more surgery. I don't suppose you know the smile I show is one of weight I've learned to lift. At times,… Continue reading Karen, I Deserve an Academy Award
Still Believe in Rainbows and Stars, A Poem
I debated within myself whether I'd share this poem, I Still Believe in Rainbows and Stars, for multiple reasons. It's multilayered with connections to Corrie and other topics, and like several of the poems I'm currently writing, deep in processing what the US is witnessing as a nation.
My Daughter’s Hands
One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.
Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem
When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?
Should I Lose my Way, a Poem
Should I lose my way, I'll look to the gardens. I'll not look to the sky.
Gold in the Sunrise
When the first cherry blossoms, I feel her kiss my check.
Corrie's Season 