Category: Writing

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Grief, Loss, Poetry, Writing

A Corrie Poem: Books I Never Wanted

Corrie's Mom

There are books I never wanted, and books I never read. There are words I wish I'd written, and words I never knew. Somehow every story leads me back to you. It ended as a story that I never wanted from a book I never knew. By R.A. Bridges

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, garden, Grief, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

In Every Gold, Bright Orange, and Russet Leaf: a Reflection of Autumn in Corrie’s Poems

Corrie's Mom

I felt Corrie in every gold, bright orange, and russet leaf. Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank. Sweet sixteen, like fairy tales with happy endings, are inventions of commercials and ads to buy disco balls and dresses.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, children, Grief, Life, Loss, parenting, Poetry, Writing

Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son

Corrie's Mom

Son, there exist dreams I wishI could make come true, and not the kindwhere some parents buy ordo for theirkids, so they never learn howdimes drop into sewers moreoften than make it to the candy shop.Son, look in my eyes because I know what becomes of holding on toanger and despair so great,it feels likea… Continue reading Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son

bereavement, Child loss, Grief, inspiration, Life, Loss, nature, Poetry, Writing

Orange, Gold and Mahogany: a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

The oak leaves change from green to orange, gold and mahogany, and the pines remain evergreen. On such drives, when you allow, the sun steals you away to places where people say, "shall" and "thine" and in a glade ...

autism, Education, Family, inspiration, Life, Poetry, Writing

A Reflection of my Life as a Writer, Author, and Poet, Part I

Corrie's Mom

Just because I was identified as a child with learning disabilities and possibly autistic rather than academically gifted, it failed to mean that my intelligence and gifts would never show.

Family, Grief, Loss, Poetry, Writing

A Poem: Angels Not for Our Keeping

Corrie's Mom

i used to wonder why, but as the gold spreads through the leaves of the dogwood tree your father and my father and a farmer down the road rescued after the tornado, i gave up questioning why ... at least as often as I once cursed the sky for no other reason than i had… Continue reading A Poem: Angels Not for Our Keeping

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, inspiration, Writing

Novel Excerpt Finalist

Corrie's Mom

"She’d place vases of flowers  at the spots on the table where Lera’s sisters, mostly older and out of the house, had sat."

Bereaved Parents, Family, Grief, Poetry, Writing

Princess at the top of the Stairs

Corrie's Mom

A princess waits at the top of the stairs awaiting Her hand.

autism, Bereaved Parents, bereavement, children, Loss, Poetry, Writing

I Used to Sing, a Poem

Corrie's Mom

Did you know I used to sing? Then I stopped performing. I walked away from the stage. I left behind a scholarship at a small college as if it was nothing more than a second hand bike  passed down three times left out between flat tires, tall grass and the rain. Truth be told, I… Continue reading I Used to Sing, a Poem

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Poetry, Writing

I Wanted: A Poem for my Son

Corrie's Mom

There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.