Am I still a mummy? Even though you are not here, I never got to hold you I never got to see you? I never got to kiss u goodnight? I never got to hold your hand? I never got … Continue reading
Am I still a mummy? Even though you are not here, I never got to hold you I never got to see you? I never got to kiss u goodnight? I never got to hold your hand? I never got … Continue reading
As I sit here at my desk in deep thought I reflect on the year 2016, and think about all the blessings the Lord has given me in the last year, and what can I say? Other than I am … Continue reading
My fleeing soul is panic-stricken In the darkness of the night Fused to a life of intimidating fear Not understanding the whys and what ifs Of all that has occurred Life, life, life rolling in one Asymmetrical line of self-doubt … Continue reading
Sleep abruptly disturbed with the Pounding of hammering nails into My skull. Oh no. Not another migraine. Poumding. Pounding. Pounding. Then an eruption of needless pain Precious sleep stolen from Satan’s war on my brain The pounding. The … Continue reading
On days where nothing makes sense. The clock stands still. It doesn’t seem to move forward. And it doesn’t seem to make a sound. I look at the clock and I will my eyes to move the ticking hands forward. … Continue reading
Lately I find myself crying a lot. Seems to be a repeat of this every year since my son died. The Post Christmas Blues. Depression comes in with its army and seemingly without permission comes to evade my world of … Continue reading
Last night I found myself wandering through the airport like a lost figure looking on at people around me. Reunions of all sorts: Happy people Sad people Warm welcomes Cold Welcomes A father’s joy at seeing his son back … Continue reading
When silent tears drop with a soft thud No-one hears the heartbroken grief or Sees behind the veil of grief You’re alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Forgotten. Forgotten. Forgotten. No-one cares how you feel. No-one cares how grief holds you … Continue reading
She is me She could be you Weak. Battered. Bruised. Resilience. Strength. Faith She wants to be seen, and heard She wants to be healed She wants to feel the loving touch of God She wants grace, She wants to … Continue reading
I am a broken woman I am a mom of an angel Gone too soon to be with Jesus If only it were different And he were still with me I could celebrate Christmas with A little joy in my … Continue reading