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Forever Our Valentine

It is a different kind of Valentine I wrote, but I wrote in the remembrance of the deepest love.

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Rainbows

Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."

bereavement, children, Family, parenthood, Poetry, Writing

Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud

https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon and a flag. As I put down the box made of a basket’s weave next to the space where Baby Alex rests, an angel statue lays on its… Continue reading Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud

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Pages Written by Shakespeare

I remember when you sat by my side, and cut a plastic plate in half to make a mask with my students on the screen.

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Questions I Ask: A Corrie Poem with Corrie Spirit

I hear her voice call me, "Mom-mae," and I see her throw glitter in a room with Whitney Houston and balloons.

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The Age of Superheroes, A Poem for my Children

... I hear a voice from the seat behind me. It sounds like the beautiful result of God's experimentation in laughter.

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My Dear Son, a Poem

My son was deeply disturbed by last week's events. I wrote a poem for him. My        dear                 Son, I wish I could                believe in a wish upon a star again in the same way I wish I could make the             world a better place      for you                because, at only  ten, you know dreams slip away… Continue reading My Dear Son, a Poem

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When We Say “Our House”

The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth's fields.

Communication, Family, Friends, inspiration, Loss, Poetry

Daddy, Dance with Me

Daddy, dance with me one more time before you leave for work, and I run out to the bus stop for school. I rather stay in just my socks and stand on top of your feet. There's no party tonight with sparkling lights and my the music turned all the way up, but we can… Continue reading Daddy, Dance with Me

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Three Goals for 2021

As 2021 begins, I look forward with Corrie on my mind to what I call my rehabilitation goals. Some goals are set between my husband, John, and me. Others are general.