I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.
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Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Growing up, I laughed at the thought of working in any garden. I believed that I possessed a brown thumb. Evening in Corrie's Butterfly Garden, also known as the Main Garden. Yet, the earliest lesson I remember from my teacher happened in second grade. Ironically, that was year I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit… Continue reading Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Corrie’s Garden Pictures at Sunrise and Sunset
In the Time of Tulips
Bloom not too early, but bloom not too late.
Why the Angels Sing, a Poem
I know why the angels sing.
Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
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)
A Corrie Poem: Books I Never Wanted
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
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.
Orange, Gold and Mahogany: a Corrie Poem
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 ...
Princess at the top of the Stairs
A princess waits at the top of the stairs awaiting Her hand.
Corrie's Season 