If you know my daughter, you know her impact is such as legends make of kings.
Tag: poetry
October and a Part of “Sweet Sixteen,” a Corrie Poem
Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank.
“Mommy, What Does Love Look Like”: Stories Imagined and Stories Told
When the darkest hour was not done and the mud feel from the mountain, yes, I slid. The tears came, and my anger, without a mercy for which a Christian sinner prays, set ablaze for those who demanded when they'd received. I collapsed upon the green shores where you once played and asked for such stories of mine. Then your father came home with your brother, and found me quiet ...
Gold of No Use Except to Me: a Short Corrie Poem
You said, "But Mommy, I want to go into the woods, too."
The Place of Corrie’s Dreams: with a poetry excerpt
Did you ever stop and hear about the house of which Corrie dreamed?
Three and Thirteen
By Rebecca T. Dickinson
Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin
You know, I never got Kindergarten just right. Part time with a pediatric specialist who wrote that I showed echolalic speech and drew grotesque figures for a child my age. In rooms where they asked me questions, in great white rooms where I was an it, a hamster, rather than a child at play. The… Continue reading Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin
Built John Tough (with Poetry Excerpt from “The Sea Cow and the Manatee”)
When people take vows for marriage, we nailed the "in sickness," we earned the badge with "or poorer," and death--while the vow is meant for the couple--will not divide us now.
The Bister Color (a Corrie poem)
With your three year old words, you painted scenes of trees with every shade of green ...
When I Walk through the Nightmare
My Memorial Kinder Walk is the one way in which I can physically show my love and honor the memory of my daughter, Corrie.
Corrie's Season 