But one cold snowy January morning, when feeling I could not go on much longer in this depressed state and consumed with grief, I was driving out of my neighborhood, and lo and behold, there was not one mourning dove, but a flock of them on side of road. I could not believe my eye...
August is an awful month for my family. Amy’s death date and birthdate are 8 days apart during this month. Regardless of what I plan or do, these are two dates on the calendar that hurt like hell. Even the days leading up to those dates are difficult to manage. I have come to a...
This poem is from the perspective of a girl who lost her father. She looks back at the memories of her and her dad, wishing he was still here. She clearly understands that her father is no more and the poem show how much she misses him and the everyday a
My children, all six of them, are precious gifts straight from God’s heart to my home. I have had other precious gifts, babies whom God gave for a time to fill my womb, but who weren’t meant to fill my arms, and one He gave to fill my arms for a just a moment in time, b...
After multiple reports, Carey confirmed Monday that her 87-year-old mother, Patricia, and sister, Alison, both passed away on the same day. "My heart is broken that I’ve lost my mother this past weekend,” Carey said in a statement. “Sadly, in a tragic turn of events, my sister ...
Each year I found myself writing Joshua a poem – a letter almost of how I was feeling, how I missed him so and what the last year had entailed. It has become my promise and almost my yearly tribute to him. I think of him every single day and often get caught off guard and just...
I wanted to write a poem to a friend I felt I was losing. If I only had one more opportunity to express how I felt, what would I say? I’m not sure that I did a good job. I don’t even know how they felt reading it. As it turns out, it was the last time I got to sp...
Trymaine Lee: When I was in maybe seventh or eighth grade, I read a poem by my favorite poet of all time, Langston Hughes. It was called "As Befits a Man", and it's about a funeral, but it's not morbid or even about death, really. It straddles the line between mourning the lo...
A sock becomes a poem. A blanket becomes a song. A toothbrush becomes a symphony. It has taken me almost four years to work through everything and I am still not done. So be kind to yourself. Do push yourself a little but not too much. You will know when it is time. I hope ...
From the time my oldest child, Paige, was born everyone kept telling me, “Just you wait.” When she made it through the terrible twos without much of a tantrum everyone kept telling me, “Just you wait.” When she made it through elementary school and a move from NYC without trouble ...