A tiny butterfly flutters down from above As I tend to your garden expressing my love Near in spirit or alive in momma’s heart No distance nor passage of time can keep us apart Little darling, I see every sign…

8/8/17 As we get closer to passing 32 weeks and hopefully meeting our son Jax I think my grief for Owen has gotten stronger, mainly because I feel sad that he’s not here too but also because I am worried…

Here she is again; That viscous, heartless bitch, grief. She has no care for what day it is. She storms in, flinging the door wide open whenever she damn well pleases and ruins everything; Holidays, anniversaries, special occasions are all…

Lately my expression of grief has been lingering in the anger phase more than usual. Probably because all my emotions of frustration and anger regarding the loss resurface every time we celebrate our son’s “birth” day (October 3rd). I inadvertently…

Red, bright red Goodbye rings in my head Red, white & blue Happy 4th to you Pain, real & deep A life I couldn’t keep Freedom from fear  Hope & love live here   For our sweet Avery. You had…

It’s midnight, July 4th. Somehow I knew today could be the day I started cramping. My babies like to choose special days for their big moments.  Naomi, after 18 months without one prior attempt to walk chose to start on…