I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
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The Year of the Poet
I wanted to keep a promise to her.
Six: A Poem for Corrie’s Collection
Include a pinch of make up you always ask me for when you grab my pale green Clinique tube and press your ...