There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.
That is why I must stay until, as my daughter says, "Meet me at sunset just as the last colors cross the sky. You won't know the day or time, Mommy, but I will meet you at sunset as the last colors cross the sky."
I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.
... but for the first time in a long time, my daughter, Corrie, visited me in a dream. Corrie's visit settled my soul.
Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
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