Happy heavenly birthday to our daughter, Corrie! This is her third birthday in heaven, and it marks two-and-a-half-years since Corrie earned her wings. Besides already being a difficult time, it also marks half of the life she lived on Earth. I haven't written in a while because as I get closer to times of remembrance,… Continue reading Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
Tag: Corrie Bridges
In Every Gold, Bright Orange, and Russet Leaf: a Reflection of Autumn in Corrie’s Poems
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.
“If I Call You Juliet” Published in The Walled City Journal
I hope you will celebrate and laugh with me now in the spirit of Corrie as my poem "If I Call You Juliet" has been published by "The Walled City Journal."
Choices in the Spring: A Corrie Poem
I could've closed the garden gate,and gone away for good. Let theweeds surface, and the planterscurse us in wondering why wewould. I could've stayed in bedwhen I thought the clouds wouldnever part. But it is my choice torise, and not the sun nor the sky's.That is not to say there won'tcome days when I will… Continue reading Choices in the Spring: A Corrie Poem
Corrie’s Grave Decked Out for Easter
It takes a long time to take down everything, trim grass, and redecorate. My son and I prepared her grave for Easter.
Corrie, I Arranged Your Flowers
If I removed the flowers from behind my ears because I thought that I looked silly, she caught me.
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.
When and Why We Write
Sometimes when we write, ... we're really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet with my author achievements because two of my poems will be published later this year. My therapist asked me what she thought was a strange question: "Can I… Continue reading When and Why We Write