loss, grief, death, baby, miscarriage, mothers, children

Letter From Heaven

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. For many this is a joyous occasion of celebrating the love of our mothers or being celebrated by our children). But for some it can be bittersweet . . . or just plain bitter: those who have lost a mother or a child, and those who are longing to be mothers. This is the first mother’s day since my littlest grandson Jamie went to be with Jesus. Here is a poem I wrote for my daughter-in-love to encourage her and to honor our memory of Jamie. May it be a blessing to others who have children who have gone on ahead of them. Letter from heaven…

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Price of Freedom

Many thoughts go through my mind every September 11 . . . as I am sure it does for many of you. We think about where we were and what our circumstances were and where our loved ones were. We think about those we lost…and our friends who lost loved ones….and even strangers we have met who lost loved ones…

Thirty-Four Minutes

Thirty-four minutes is a poem written upon the birth and death of my second grand child. Great reflection for anyone who has lost a child or has experienced a miscarriage or still birth. Grief, loss, love.

field, Thailand, Fathers

Loved No Less

(An adopted child’s Father’s Day tribute.) We often hear about birthmothers and the need (especially around Mother’s Day) for an adopted child to have time to think about, pray for, or send a card and picture to the birthmother. We do not often hear about Father’s Day and biological or “birth” fathers. Maybe because in…

dark night, starless night, city lights

A Thousand for One

  A thousand crystal glasses crashing to the floor A thousand piercing needles poking, stabbing, more A thousand years of hunger leaving lonely longings A thousand pounds of pressure coming on so strongly A thousand starless nights A thousand blinding lights (breathe, just breathe) A thousand warriors wielding blades that slash the darkness A thousand…

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The Stately Palm

The Palm   From my bedroom window Between two, white plastered Houses, Stands the stately date palm High above it all— And down the wall, Cascading fuchsia bougainvillea Like a waterfall. Weathering summer heat and Winter winds, The stately palm waves its limbs Shouting Hallelujahs To its Maker The King.   DH Stewart January 2005…

stained glass, heart, love

The Keeper of My Heart

Heartsong Three: The Keeper of My Heart How deep the thoughts that flow from me, puzzling, yet freeing. Oh, the wonder of Your love for me, the wonder of it all. To make You love me more, not a thing I can do. Nor anything to cause You to love me less. To see the…

Not of This World

To Bethlehem the couple came. And in a stable stopped to rest. In straw, by animals so tame, A mom gave birth to child, with zest. The baby Jesus was his name. To save our souls, His given quest. He came to darkness bringing light. For aching hearts and crying souls; And as a servant…

Thankful, Thanksgiving, leaves, fall, autumn, harvest

Upon

A Personal Psalm of Thanksgiving Let us come together rejoicing, Joyfully singing of our Great and Awesome God. Lifting to His throne our voices, Bowing on our knees, Shouting through the village streets “How marvelous is the Lord, Our God!” Come, come with me my brothers and my sisters, Let us offer up thanksgiving To…

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To Be Deracinated

Children mistakenly think: “I wish I were already a grown-up so I could be done with school and learning!” Once they grow up, especially if they are wise, they learn that learning never ends. Today, thanks to a Freshly Pressed post on WordPress, I learned a new vocabulary word–deracinate. Third Culture Kids (TCKs) and transracial adoptees …

gold-rimmed mirror, reflections

Gold-Rimmed Mirror

think especially about my 90-year old grandmother, my only surviving grandparent. About a decade ago, I wrote a poem reflecting on childhood visits to my grandmother’s house. This is her first grandparent’s day not in her home…the home I have such fond memories of visiting.

statue of liberty, freedom, winner, liberty

Soldiers in the City

In honor of the coming Memorial Day, not only remembering those who have fought for my freedom, but also remembering those who have given (and are giving) their lives for the Good News to be taken around the world… In this city You have many. You are with us; You don’t desert us. Our attackers,…

Giggle box, giggle girl

I Choose You

nspired by the poem “I Like You” by Sandol Stoddard Warburg, I wrote this poem collaborating with my daughter, told as if she were speaking to me. After reading it together, she hugged me and said the part that is now the last stanza of this poem. My high-school English teacher introduced me to the poem “I Like You,” which is now available as a book.

Mothers, Grandmothers, Mothers Day, Mother Daughter, mom and baby

A Portrait of Mothers

This is a picture of my great-grandmother holding my granny when she was a little girl. With Mother’s Day coming up this weekend, I thought I would post this photo with a poem. Are you a mom in waiting? See: Waiting Expectantly See also: Stories and Poems for a Mother’s Heart