What is gold to one person is not to another.
Gold has become a metaphor for many writers and people as someone or something valuable besides the actual item that it’s almost cliché. If you read, “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” by Robert Frost, it calls out in sorrow of loss. I relate to the precious moment, and how quickly it is lost because of Corrie.
Each of us has someone or something we value. Someone or something that means something more than actual gold. When you lose someone you love, those moments become golden. You realize how certain situations you thought were important aren’t anymore.
One series of poems in Corrie’s poetry collection, When We Danced in the Rain, is called “Numbers and Days Lost.” Some of the poems are about moments with Corrie, or the number of weeks, since May 27, 2020.
Every single memory and moment of her life I’ve tried to capture in writing. Corrie was my gold that couldn’t stay, so her memory consumes large portions of my writing.
“six”
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie’s death. This is something you only understand if you’ve lost someone you love so much. “Six” became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
Corrie would enter first grade this year. I know she’d be reading above her grade level, and she’d do amazing in Math because of where she was near the end of preschool.
I don’t get to have those moments of watching her grow up.
I am blessed to have her second poem published in The Deronda Review in its “Numbers” chapter.
While Corrie never attended Kindergarten, first grade, and the grades long after; these poems mark the achievements she would’ve seen.
Every single memory of Corrie in “Six” is gold to me. Today, I celebrate the second Corrie poem published this year.
Corrie's Season 