©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

I came across a question yesterday
that troubled me enough to pose it here.
“What is the meaning of Memorial Day?
Why do we celebrate it every year?”

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo by Tim Cooper on Unsplash

A happy birthday to myself!
I just turned sixty-one.
I’d like to say that things are great
and getting old is fun.

 ©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

A Door in Charleston

It was Charleston in the fall,
no other bodies there to bend
the energy, just you and me (us…we),
begetting child-free memories to own. 

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

 A dad is an anchor when things go quite wrong
and a fan club when things go quite right.
He’s there to protect you when you’re super scared
of those things that go “bump” in the night.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: The Promenade by Marc Chagall

Hold me down when I feel flighty.
Lift me up when I’m earthbound.
When in doubt, just take a chance and
swing this partner round and round.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: Between Heaven and Hell by Jacek Yerka

My kitchen is perched between heaven and hell,
but it leans in the latter direction.
The dishes I’m cooking are don’t ask, don’t tell
with abstaining the only protection.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

image by Jose Francisco Morales on Unsplash

Sometimes we zag instead of zig
or zig when we should zag.
We go small, meaning to go big;
slide home, but miss the bag.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Photo by Robert Krčmar on Unsplash

I am yours and you are mine,
grown together on the vine
of life and love and days well spent,
formed and fed by blessings sent: