poetry

  • Autumn’s Awakening

    🍂Change lingers in the air, carried on the wind and in my morning coffee. As autumn approaches, I feel the weight of summer lifting, making room for peace, comfort, and sacred stillness. This poem is my love letter to the… Continue reading

    Autumn’s Awakening
  • The Day My World Stopped| Miss You Forever| It’s May Again

    Every May, I write about Kristi. Her memory lives on in our stories, our children, and the quiet strength she gave me. This year, I reflect on the love I see that carries on. Forever missed, always remembered. 💔SK- #IllMissYouForever… Continue reading

    The Day My World Stopped| Miss You Forever| It’s May Again
  • Remembering & Honoring My People

    One year ago, my son graduated—and I remembered my cousin Kristi. I held joy in one hand and sorrow in the other. As life moves forward, I carry them both, honoring the love that shaped me. #FamilyFirst #GraduationDay #GriefAndGrace #MemorialWeekend… Continue reading

    Remembering & Honoring My People
  • More Than Just a Day

    It may feel like just another spin around the sun—but every day holds purpose. A breath, a prayer, a choice to show up. You’ve got more to give than you think. Today is more than just a day. #MoreThanJustADay #ChristianPoetry… Continue reading

    More Than Just a Day
  • Morning Grace

    A morning prayer. A quiet walk. A soul realigned. This is where humble gratitude lives—in the stillness, in the start, in the sacred spaces where peace is found. Morning grace is a gift. Don’t miss it. SK- #MorningGrace #HumbleGratitude #PrayerAndPresence… Continue reading

    Morning Grace
  • Friday Reprieve

    Friday shines with joyous light, bringing relief from the week’s long fight…” Embrace the weekend with this uplifting poem that honors rest and renewal. Now let’s go have some fun! #FridaysEmbrace #WeekendVibes #PoetryOfRest #Gratitude #Renewal #fabricthatmademe #skfabric Continue reading

    Friday Reprieve
  • o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift

    I feel the shift. A hush, a pulling, a divine ache that calls me to pause and observe. This piece is a reflection of that tension—of belonging nowhere but being fully held by God. I’ll never truly fit in, and… Continue reading

    o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift