I talk to Corrie everyday. Whether through a dream, memory, or out loud; I speak with my daughter. A relationship with a child isn’t like other relationships that may stop cold turkey. I still have two children. It’s just one moved out before the other. She grew her wings. She graduated to heaven, and we… Continue reading Why I Know my Daughter Lives
Tag: Loss
Roadside: A Corrie Poem
Pull off on the road side where I pick six Tiger Lillies growing between the state park and the paved road with holes careful drivers swerve around.
Twilight in June: A Corrie Poem
I walk in the twilight in June—a time when kids find love easy along with the Internet and cigarettes.
Why I Chose The Lord of the Dance for Corrie
Because my daughter lives in me, and she is a "life that'll never, never die."
Empty
Empty hall and empty chairs ...
Our Commonality: A Poem for All Who’ve Lost
... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
My Dear Son, a Poem
My son was deeply disturbed by last week's events. I wrote a poem for him. My dear Son, I wish I could believe in a wish upon a star again in the same way I wish I could make the world a better place for you because, at only ten, you know dreams slip away… Continue reading My Dear Son, a Poem
A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes
The beach on New Year's Day. I wrote this poem on New Year's Day. While my family and I were happy to see an end to 2020, it brought a bittersweet and sad moment where I realized that it would be our first full year without Corrie. When We Finally Understand HurricanesA cliche goes:when you… Continue reading A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes
A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a running back prodiogy to run for a touchdown. Touch down, I know you'd hoped his feet would touch down on the ground again, and hopes wanted are dreams… Continue reading A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Christmas Bells on the Door: A Corrie Poem
The Christmas bells on green strings still sound ...
Corrie's Season 