Fingerprints of You
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.
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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.
The Song of Grief
A little over six months into this journey, I find myself trying to negotiate a sort of uneasy truce with the heartache of losing my son. I am realizing grief will be with me for a lifetime, and I feel like I’m closing in on a vision of how to carry it. On my best days, I let it sing to me, sweet memories of his life and essence that draw me closer to him and to the Savior.
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ines Alvarez Fdez on Unsplash
I think that as the time goes by
I feel your absence more.
The stark finality of it
grows harder to ignore.
The Tragedy Lives On
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Annelies Geneyn on Unsplash
But here is the thought that breaks me,
the grief that overtakes me.
In this world, you have left a hole,
unfillable by any soul,
the loss far more than mine to bear;
a wealth of worth was yours to share,
and minus you, a void exists…
your mind, your heart, your wisdom missed.
Reflections and Reminders
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Markus Winkler on Unsplash
New Year’s Eve, and a wave of grief
carries me back in time,
back to the days when the air was sweet
and the fruit was on the vine.
The skies were blue; the skies were gray,
but what I loved was mine,
back in the days when the air was sweet
and the fruit was on the vine.
Here with Me
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ian Schneider on Unsplash
I live in a place where the sun shines bright,
and the mountains meet up with the sea;
but it hurts my heart to have you gone,
and I wish you were still here with me.
Without You
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Mariana B on Unsplash
I thought the holidays would be
a time of grief and misery,
a stark reminder of our loss,
a multiplying of the cost.
Reflections on Reunion
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Anuj Yadav on Unsplash
I’m hungry for the sight of you;
the shades, both dark and light of you.
The way you held yourself, your smile
(gone missing for too long a while).
A Mother’s Mourning
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Brett Jordan on Unsplash
I miss you in this world. You’re gone
before my heart was ready.
(Though readiness was not on the horizon.)