©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson (text only)

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We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.

©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Always hold your people close.
Don’t let them stray too far.
Bear them within, as a reminder
who you really are.

©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Time heals all wounds, so they say,
but do these words hold true?
If yes, such healing plays me false, son,
when it comes to you.

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Rain just gotta fall some time.
Fierce rain just gotta fall.

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Sailing this sleek, silver ship
across an ocean of mustard, scrub oak
and California wildflowers;
I can almost feel the wind in my face,
the sea spray on my cheeks,
the ballast in my sails.

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The sun fell out of the sky one day.
I propped it up on a flow of words.
It hung in a rather precarious way,
fluttered about like a wind-tossed bird.

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image by Hannah Grace

I like to think
he’s with us still,
a photo on the window sill,
a memory of days gone by,
a shadow in his sister’s eye.

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Soon or late, life teaches lessons
few would choose to learn.
Ours is, at best, a rocky path
with many a twist and turn.