Tag: poems

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What is Our Treasure’s Chest? Excerpt from a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

In life, it's easy for us to think we have more time. Think about being sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, and you think: "That can't happen to me." It doesn't matter what that is. I close the door to Corrie's room every night because we used to keep it open, but I open it during the… Continue reading What is Our Treasure’s Chest? Excerpt from a Corrie Poem

Grief, Life, Literature, Loss, parenthood, parenting, Poetry, Writing

Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom

Corrie's Mom

I lost the kitten that went with the mitten. I don’t know where to find her. She played in the sun. When she was done, she came to wash the dishes as she followed my wishes to help me with the dinner. She said, “I’m the winner,” to her Papa, who ate the chips and… Continue reading Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom

Art, Education, inner city, Poetry, reality, Writing

God Left Green Street, a poem

Corrie's Mom

I saw them gather at the church. I did not join them there. God left Green Street on a day in April when black-gray clouds intersected. A fight on the street, or in the school, the boy will meet you there because God grabbed his hat and coat. He left the kids of Green Street.… Continue reading God Left Green Street, a poem

Advocacy, History, Life, marriage, Mental Health, PTSD, Writing

Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem

Corrie's Mom

Daisies on the Fields of France   By Rebecca T. Dickinson   I stand at the kitchen door with light lemon hair curling at my shoulders. Untucked, gray shirt   as eyes stare at another plain in my mind that no soul-stained teacher wants to see or hear again. Meet me in the here and… Continue reading Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem

Advocacy, Education, Family, Mental Health, PTSD, Writing

Travel in the Writer’s Wilderness: Hope when Others See What is Lost

Corrie's Mom

I'm like a house that's been set on fire. Firefighters put it out in time to save it. The house is only damaged. It can be restored and made more beautiful than before.