At 4:30 p.m. on May 27, 2020; my husband and I lost one of our greatest gifts. But Corrie would want to be remembered for the sheer force and charm.
If you would like, please light a candle at 6 p.m. your time to remember Corrie. My candle will burn for five-and-a-half minutes.
Some chimes will ring without
a child’s hand and laughter.
Sometimes we will hear the
tap of shoes and giggles
long after
footsteps
walk through the grove,
the store, or sidewalks
they know.
They dance in another palace,
and we will,
for a lifetime, wonder
why our child is chosen.
But some kingdoms refuse
to wait for true majesty
in the giggle of my daughter
or the Friday night
music to the max
mischief of your son.
We, as their parents,
may make the trade
of words, “Why God
didn’t you take my life?”
While some dip fingers
into the Earth’s treasuries,
our children are crowned
from the beauty of
coral wreaths.
Though I long for the sound
of my baby’s voice, I know
some kingdoms refuse to wait.
“Corrie” Cora Aurelia-Ann Bridges, December 10, 2014-May 27, 2020, a most beloved daughter and sister.
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