Notes on Grief: The Second Year
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Sculpture: Melancolie, by Albert Gyorgy
A new level of missing you
has settled on my heart.
Year two, and I am still undone
by living life apart.
Author Archive
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.
Lighting the World, A Nativity Poem
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Richard Bell on Unsplash
The wonder of Christmas has always been mine.
It was given to me as a child.
Mother told me the tale of that first holy night,
and Christ’s light filled her eyes as she smiled.
2020 Vision
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Eyestetix Studio on Unsplash
Another year has come and gone…
another decade, too.
The message is that life goes on,
no matter what we do.
A Slice of Joy
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
Waldemar Brandt on Unsplash
Waldemar Brandt on UnsplashI stood beside your grave one day,
not too long ago.
It was an extra visit, for
my heart was feeling low.
At Heaven’s Door
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Joshua Earle on Unsplash
Image by Joshua Earle on UnsplashI dreamed that I could carry you,
but now I realize
my pocket had a hole in it,
just about your size.
Little Bits of Heaven
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Chandler Cruttenden on Unsplash
Little bits of heaven swirl around the manger bright,
falling softly as the mem’ry of that Christmas night
when all the world stood still in wonder at the Savior’s birth,
and choirs of angels sang out joy and peace to men on earth.
On Life, Loss, and Angels
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Brian Kershisnik
Life brings challenges and joys.
Our path to progress was foretold.
We chose the bitter with the sweet
and vowed to step out brave and bold.
Lessons from the Sea
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Oscar Keys on Upsplash
The ocean, so constant and steady,
swells in silence to fall with a roar.
Seaweed circles around in the eddy,
gets caught up or breaks free for the shore.