Baby Loss, The Words of Others

Ask My Mom How She Is

My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, She never did before But from now until she dies, She'll tell a whole lot more. Ask my Mom how she is And because she can't explain, She will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain. Ask my Mom how she is, She'll say,… Continue reading Ask My Mom How She Is


Father Dearest

Jesus said forgive, but I’m not that easy. You act like you are oblivious. You chose to drive away; abandoning my mother – five months pregnant and alone - with no way home. You chose not to think, you never did. Instead you just drove away; I wish you could understand, but you don’t, and… Continue reading Father Dearest


Our Classroom

  Popsicle-covered hands stain my fresh t-shirt - streaks of soft red and blue. What on earth made me think white was a good idea? Small blue chairs scattered around; dinosaurs and dolls like fallen soldiers. Toys to disinfect, crayons on tables, papers to sort, bathrooms to scrub. There are wounded knees to mend, puzzles… Continue reading Our Classroom



I'll walk past your vacant house today. The house where we spent afternoons reading Rolling Stone and listening to Green Day, while lying across your bed absorbing every word - every inch of each other. I loved the way you would hold me when I got cold. I can almost feel your breath on my… Continue reading Longing