I hear her voice call me, "Mom-mae," and I see her throw glitter in a room with Whitney Houston and balloons.
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The Age of Superheroes, A Poem for my Children
... I hear a voice from the seat behind me. It sounds like the beautiful result of God's experimentation in laughter.
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 Poem: When I Let Anger Go
Once I held anger close as a child holds a teddy bear.
When We Say “Our House”
The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth's fields.
Daddy, Dance with Me
Daddy, dance with me one more time before you leave for work, and I run out to the bus stop for school. I rather stay in just my socks and stand on top of your feet. There's no party tonight with sparkling lights and my the music turned all the way up, but we can… Continue reading Daddy, Dance with Me
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
A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
My favorite Christmas picture of Corrie from 2017. The poem below is written as a "thank you" to so many people who sent us cards, messages, or gifts in support of our journey without Corrie. This is a poem you have to read through with the biggest "thank you" to Mom and my husband, John.… Continue reading A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
Corrie sang last year in her preschool's Christmas concert, and of course puts her hands in her sleeves. Corrie om Christmas Day last year sitting on her new Frozen bike in the box. The last picture ever both of my children with Santa Claus. Corrie with all the coloring and Frozen book collection on the… Continue reading Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
Corrie's Season 