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Category: Poetry
The Year of the Poet
I wanted to keep a promise to her.
That Way: A Corrie Poem
Remember when I interview you in braids and a princesses' bathing suit?
A Spring You Envision, a Corrie Poem
My hopes for you, my daughter, are many like a spring you envision lasting forever.
As Legends Make of Kings: The Iconic Picture of Corrie
We speak of her not as a piece of history, but as the breath you must experience outside when the first daffodils bloom.
A Corrie Poem
Remember when we watched the planes fly out?
Daffodils are Blooming: A Short Corrie Poem
I see you in the flowers, angel.
Cemetery Director: A Poem by a Concerned Angel Mom
Cemetery Director, I understand if you're shorthanded these days during COVID, and during a crisis where cars and trucks line up for shots and at food banks. I know we both may not understand the path each of us has walked, but I had hoped you'd hear my concerns. Yes, I understand, Cemetery Director it… Continue reading Cemetery Director: A Poem by a Concerned Angel Mom
Fireworks: A Birthday Poem for John and Corrie
For your birthday, I wish I could give you the 4th of July, fried chicken packed away in the basket, although they say, “You shouldn’t eat that” these days, and homemade peach ice cream kind of feeling.
Rainbows
Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."
Corrie's Season 