Boxed Away
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Faruk Tokluoglu on Unsplash
It pains my heart to put the stuff
of childhood away.
Is there a thing more sad, more bittersweet
than moving day?
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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.
All Good Things
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Joshua Earle on Unsplash
Six years without you, my mind’s eye
settles upon your vacant place.
It’s harder now to summon sights of you
to fill the empty space.
The Proof Is in the Pudding
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash
Age is the proof of the pudding in love.
I know for a fact this is true.
The years are the heat and the steam and the pressure
that set well or turn into glue.
A Sacred Keep
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
It’s not that you’re more present here,
for you are present everywhere.
I feel you in the warming sun;
the rising trees; the crisp, clean air.
Yet this safe ground, your place of rest,
surrounds my soul in comfort deep.
This refuge, framed in oak and redwood,
holds you in a sacred keep.
The Jig Is Up
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Reverse Shot – A Touch of Evil
The jig is up; yer nuttin’ but
a stinkin’, snitchin’ lug.
Ya think I’m headin’ to da joint
cuz you can’t shut yer mug?
When Memory Calls
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Ave Calvar on Unsplash
When memory calls out to me,
I open up life’s book
and turn the pages backward for
a long and lovely look.
Trippin’
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by reprentandseekchristjesus at Unsplash
Let’s take a trip! Sounds cool. Hurray!!
I really need some time away,
some time away from cares of home
to be me – free – and on the roam.
Can’t wait to gather up my stuff
and split. I’ll just include enough
of what it takes to have some fun.
It won’t take long; I’ll soon be done.
The Homestretch
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Mick Haput on Unsplash
Our souls break free
like home runs
knocked to earth from outer space.
We sail away from heaven
bright-eyed, focused on first base.
The field glides by as our steps fly
around one corner bend.
Second’s in sight, but that’s all right.
We’re decades from the end.
The bases serve to guide us home,
but we must tag each one.
No worries, though. We came to win.
We’re gonna get it done.