Category: Grief

Smoldering ache of loss When I first found out about each of my children’s deaths, an explosion of grief consumed my heart. Each time the…

I was determined to make space, inner space for a poem. Loss made everything sharp. I suffer from these brief weekends, the tearing up of…

Evening falling – a soft lamenting the lake draws me near. My heart is cold; isolating me from its pain. This head once brimming with ideas…

Figuratively, anger goes well with red. Anger dealing with the miscarriage before he was born. The pregnancy solidified the desire for a child. I worked…

“Kindness is not just about how you treat others; it’s rooted in how you treat yourself.” — Londro Rinzler I was a pleaser. I volunteered in scouts for…

“Where is your son?”, sighed a soft masculine voice in a southern drawl. “He left me,” I replied turning to face who asked. No one is…

My children each carry a distinct aura. I can pick out their gait as they walk. There is something about their touch when I cannot see.…

While strolling through a warm meadow on a lazy June Sunday, something ripped me into a cruel parallel universe. Darkness presses in on every side with shadows…

What you don’t know about my grief, maybe everyone’s grief, is the raging battle within. Every action I take and every interaction I engage buffets me…