What Is That White Pumpkin For?

The White Pumpkin This is the storyOf a pumpkin of whiteWhat is its place on this autumn night?Amidst all the orange and colors of fallIt seems out of place; not belonging at allBut oh what a place, and oh what a storyYou see, in its face lies the image of glory Of babies so small,Continue reading “What Is That White Pumpkin For?”

I Am A Mother, A Bereaved Mother.

These are not my words. I came across them on a facebook group for loss moms. It says so much and I felt it impotent to share. “I am a mother. I am a bereaved mother. My child died, and this is my reluctant path. It is not a path of my choice, but itContinue reading “I Am A Mother, A Bereaved Mother.”

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