... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
Category: Family
Questions I Ask: A Corrie Poem with Corrie Spirit
I hear her voice call me, "Mom-mae," and I see her throw glitter in a room with Whitney Houston and balloons.
My Dear Son, a Poem
My son was deeply disturbed by last week's events. I wrote a poem for him. My dear Son, I wish I could believe in a wish upon a star again in the same way I wish I could make the world a better place for you because, at only ten, you know dreams slip away… Continue reading My Dear Son, a Poem
Daddy, Dance with Me
Daddy, dance with me one more time before you leave for work, and I run out to the bus stop for school. I rather stay in just my socks and stand on top of your feet. There's no party tonight with sparkling lights and my the music turned all the way up, but we can… Continue reading Daddy, Dance with Me
Three Goals for 2021
As 2021 begins, I look forward with Corrie on my mind to what I call my rehabilitation goals. Some goals are set between my husband, John, and me. Others are general.
A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes
The beach on New Year's Day. I wrote this poem on New Year's Day. While my family and I were happy to see an end to 2020, it brought a bittersweet and sad moment where I realized that it would be our first full year without Corrie. When We Finally Understand HurricanesA cliche goes:when you… Continue reading A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes
Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
Corrie sang last year in her preschool's Christmas concert, and of course puts her hands in her sleeves. Corrie om Christmas Day last year sitting on her new Frozen bike in the box. The last picture ever both of my children with Santa Claus. Corrie with all the coloring and Frozen book collection on the… Continue reading Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
Hayes and Corrie in early May 2020. sticks in black water, the lake where my grandparents lived looked black until you crept to the side and saw sticks with splintered stems. i’ve heard love stories like that before. the story where a couple chooses the happiest moments for coffee mugs, pillows, and twentieth anniversary albums.… Continue reading A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
A Poem: We’ll Still Ride Upside Down
Remember our discussions of rollercoasters ...
Unlit, A Corrie Poem
As a child, I wondered about the houses without wreaths, trees and lights and the reasons why ...
Corrie's Season 