I see you in the flowers, angel.
Then attempt to walk in the shoes of a parent who expects their child’s memorial to remain beautiful and for the staff to respect it.
Cemetery Director, I understand if you’re shorthanded these days during COVID, and during a crisis where cars and trucks line up for shots and at food banks.…… Read more “Cemetery Director: A Poem by a Concerned Angel Mom”
For your birthday, I wish I could give you
the 4th of July, fried chicken packed away
in the basket, although they say, “You
shouldn’t eat that” these days, and homemade
peach ice cream kind of feeling.
Sometimes we feel alone in our grief over someone we’ve lost. Grief is the expression of our love for a life that filled our being.
Sometimes when we write, … we’re really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet…… Read more “When and Why We Write”
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When I prepared the items to go with Corrie to her Sleeping Beauty Retreat, my Mom gave me her…
It is a different kind of Valentine I wrote, but I wrote in the remembrance of the deepest love.
Who am I to debate
over whether you can
really put your hand
in the ultra violet rays,
or to say, “The rainbow
never existed anyway.”
Be easy on yourself.
https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon…… Read more “Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud”
I remember when you sat by my side,
and cut a plastic plate in half to make a mask with my students on the screen.
But, the words from this song give both the essence of Corrie and how we feel.
… we put away their
treasures like the
porcelain cocker spaniel
they kept next to a vase
with a necklace around
its neck, and in which
new sunflowers were placed
I hear her voice call
me, “Mom-mae,” and I see her
throw glitter in a room with
Whitney Houston and balloons.
… I hear
a voice from the seat
behind me. It sounds like the
beautiful result of God’s
experimentation in laughter.
My son was deeply disturbed by last week’s events. I wrote a poem for him. My dear Son, I wish I could believe in a wish upon…… Read more “My Dear Son, a Poem”
Once I held anger close as a child holds a teddy bear.
The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth’s fields.
It is an action to educate yourself about cultures different than your own in order to communicate and create a better world.
Daddy, dance with me one more time before you leave for work, and I run out to the bus stop for school. I rather stay in just…… Read more “Daddy, Dance with Me”
As 2021 begins, I look forward with Corrie on my mind to what I call my rehabilitation goals. Some goals are set between my husband, John, and me. Others are general.
The beach on New Year’s Day. I wrote this poem on New Year’s Day. While my family and I were happy to see an end to 2020,…… Read more “A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes”
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a… Read more "A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk"
My favorite Christmas picture of Corrie from 2017. The poem below is written as a “thank you” to so many people who sent us cards, messages, or…… Read more “A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice”
Corrie sang last year in her preschool’s Christmas concert, and of course puts her hands in her sleeves. Corrie om Christmas Day last year sitting on her…… Read more “Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem”
Hayes and Corrie in early May 2020. sticks in black water, the lake where my grandparents lived looked black until you crept to the side and saw…… Read more “A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes”
Remember our discussions
of rollercoasters …
As a child,
I wondered about the
wreaths, trees and lights
and the reasons why …
This means so much for the work I do in honor of Corrie, so these children are remembered.
I dream of
with blue wings,
Corrie’s cake, and
coffee with cream.
experience more pies in the face than
ballets and dreams sold to strangers
on a holiday channel.
Today is Corrie’s sixth birthday, and her first in heaven.
Corrie wouldn’t want us to leave her grave undecorated. She’d be out there with me adding ribbons and, probably, arguing with me about why we can’t leave feather boas on the gravesites.
We were made to step out of the sand rather than be stepped upon in the sand.
There will come a day,
as days come
and days fade,
when i look at the
walls after I walk through
the double doors to pick up
my son from his elementary
I saw the tears in Daddy’s eyes, and Hayes hugged his Papa. For my father to acknowledge Hayes’s losses was a powerful moment for both of them. Another adult, besides his parents, verbally spoke with him about his losses.
Friends on social media share the happy pictures of their children all of the time. Now, I can either drink two bottles of wine and feel the full weight of envy, or I can celebrate the life of my daughter by making somber places beautiful. I can make them look like the joy and happiness Corrie brought to my life.
Some say empty chairs remain empty all around tables in remodeled kitchens with the island where someone’s son ate breakfast. A bar stool sits empty. I arranged…… Read more “Fill Up the Empty Chair for Thanksgiving”
In the book, Healing A Parent’s Grieving Heart: 100 Practical Ideas by Alan Wolfelt wrote: “In the United States alone, more than 100,000 children die each year.”
Corrie’s Memorial Garden will be located to the right of the porch. These flowers were at the cemetery for about one week, and I brought them home.…… Read more “Corrie’s Garden and Her Flowers at Sunset”
Corrie loved to pick the Mountain Laurels. The buds from the Mountain Laurel are peaking. Corrie loved to pick flowers from this bush.
When it comes to grief, my husband, John, and I take action.
These are pictures of the flower turkey I created for Corrie today. I moved everything ahead of Tuesday to prepare for her gravemarker’s arrival.
Dad sits in a waiting room. Eyes red from reading. Eyes tired from small screens and a World War II leaders’ novel that I’d given to Mom…… Read more “A Time for Heroes”
I also added a turkey, fox and new floral arrangement with the roses for Martha and Corrie.
despite what some say,
just come from mines.
For the first time on Corrie’s Season, I share “art” as the highlight instead of writing.
When we say artist, I think it is someone who attempts to make sense of the world when logic fails, and creation is all that’s left.
My daughter wants to pimp out my Mac and cheese. It’s creamy with the heavy cream and it’s three cheese. She says I can visit my students…… Read more “Pimping Out My Mac and Cheese”