Step outside one day at a time, and refuse to recoil when I hear that people are putting out their hummingbird feeders again for such birds of blue and green my Corrie shows to me in my sleep.
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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
Empty
Empty hall and empty chairs ...
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.
Cemetery Director: A Poem by a Concerned Angel Mom
Cemetery Director, I understand if you're shorthanded these days during COVID, and during a crisis where cars and trucks line up for shots and at food banks. I know we both may not understand the path each of us has walked, but I had hoped you'd hear my concerns. Yes, I understand, Cemetery Director it… Continue reading Cemetery Director: A Poem by a Concerned Angel Mom
Fireworks: A Birthday Poem for John and Corrie
For your birthday, I wish I could give you the 4th of July, fried chicken packed away in the basket, although they say, “You shouldn’t eat that” these days, and homemade peach ice cream kind of feeling.
Rainbows
Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."
Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon and a flag. As I put down the box made of a basket’s weave next to the space where Baby Alex rests, an angel statue lays on its… Continue reading Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
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.
Corrie's Season 