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 ...
The Year of the Poet
I wanted to keep a promise to her.
That Way: A Corrie Poem
Remember when I interview you in braids and a princesses' bathing suit?
A Spring You Envision, a Corrie Poem
My hopes for you, my daughter, are many like a spring you envision lasting forever.
As Legends Make of Kings: The Iconic Picture of Corrie
We speak of her not as a piece of history, but as the breath you must experience outside when the first daffodils bloom.
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
Corrie's Season 