Bereaved Parents, bereavement, children, inspiration, Loss, Poetry, Writing

Our Dance Without a Name

Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.

bereavement, Child loss, Family, Grief, inspiration, Poetry, Writing

Dear Jackie: A Poem of Loss and Courage

Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.

Child loss, Communication, Family, Poetry, Writing

Our Daughter Knows All the Reasons Why: A Poem

Our daughter knows all the reasons why, and she'd have you lift your eyes to the heavens where she paints those sunset colors just for you.

Bereaved Parents, children, Education, inspiration, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

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.

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

Roadside: A Corrie Poem

Pull off on the road side where I pick six Tiger Lillies growing between the state park and the paved road with holes careful drivers swerve around.

Child loss, flowers, Poetry, Writing

Twilight in June: A Corrie Poem

I walk in the twilight in June—a time when kids find love easy along with the Internet and cigarettes.

Advocacy, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Family, inspiration, Life, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Corrie’s First Angel Anniversary Poem: Some Kingdoms

Sometimes we will heart the tap of shoes and giggles long after footsteps walk through the grove, the store, or sidewalks they know.

Art, Child loss, Family, flowers, Poetry, Writing

National Poetry Month: “For The Love of Cherry Blossom Trees”

In late March, when we first saw the Cherry Blossom Trees lined the street, the pinks mingled with the sunrise.

Art, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Joy, Poetry, Writing

“If I Call You Juliet” Published in The Walled City Journal

I hope you will celebrate and laugh with me now in the spirit of Corrie as my poem "If I Call You Juliet" has been published by "The Walled City Journal."

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.