Tag: poem

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

We Must Awake: a Poem

Corrie's Mom

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.”

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, flowers, garden, Grief, inspiration, Poetry, Writing

Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

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."

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Poetry, Writing

No Child’s Word or Whistle

Corrie's Mom

Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, flowers, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

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.

Bereaved Parents, Photography, Photos, Poetry

Snow for Angel’s Feet (a Corrie Poem)

Corrie's Mom

Perhaps the snow falls for angel's feet. Perhaps that's why we do not meet.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Loss, Photos, Poetry, Writing

Hands that Betray, Hands on my Daughter’s Grave: A Reflection

Corrie's Mom

But I must, again, find my internal grit, and face the world with what has happened and what will come.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Life, Poetry, Writing

7 Minutes in Heaven (a Corrie Poem)

Corrie's Mom

Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Family, Poetry, Writing

What is Gold to Us

Corrie's Mom

I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.

autism, children, Family, parenting, Writing

What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son

Corrie's Mom

What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son

Child loss, Family, Joy, Life, Loss, Poetry, Writing

When We Danced in the Rain, from Corrie’s Collection

Corrie's Mom

Grab your rain boots, or leave your sandals on. Let's dance in the rain before the thunder comes.