There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Tag: poetry
Just One More Day
I held your hand after our daughter died ...
Of Lighthouses and Mermaids, a Corrie Poem
Storms wash away paint on the lighthouse, and there's no repair.
A Poem, Excerpt from The Girl on Arc Fall Road
As the years go by, employees leave the cities, they live in renovated mill houses with an in-ground pool in the backyard, and a BMW in a new garage.
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem
That is why I must stay until, as my daughter says, "Meet me at sunset just as the last colors cross the sky. You won't know the day or time, Mommy, but I will meet you at sunset as the last colors cross the sky."
No Child’s Word or Whistle
Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...
When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem
Wake me in the morning to see the daffodils. See how they bloom during a time when lovers bring flowers, chocolates, and declare a summer day in Paris on "vacay" kind of love to one another.
Snow for Angel’s Feet (a Corrie Poem)
Perhaps the snow falls for angel's feet. Perhaps that's why we do not meet.
More than a Million Words: Ten Years Married to Corrie’s Father
Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.
Corrie's Season 