Did you know my Corrie Belle?: a Corrie Poem

Go to a quiet space where

the phone seldom rings,

and the talking heads of which

some people complain

become only

a single page in a novel.

The only voice I want

to hear is from my

Corrie Belle.

Pack the weed eater,

baby angels, toy cars, and

roses. Go to a space where

I imagine her skipping across

a path of roses. I know her

spirit is not there, but on

this Earth, it’s all I have to

physically show the depth

of how much I love her.

Turn off the posts,

turn off the noise,

Go to the quiet space

where I say her name.

If you know my daughter,

you know her impact is

such as legends make of kings.

When I said I was watching,

she said, “No, you’re not.”

When it came time to read,

she read the book herself.

She told her brother, “You

should sit up and read like me.”

In her worlds, she conquered

lands with unicorns and ruled

with her dolls and a stolen T-Rex

from her brother’s room. Not to

mention there was always a lost

shoe, and we were lucky to find

a matching pair. She wanted to

play outside in her Elsa boots

I bought her for Christmas.

I said, “No,” and she said,

“But why?” Did you know my

Corrie Belle and the impact that

she made? Her impact is such

as legends make of kings.