©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:

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

My favorite teacher told me in my youth:
“You’ll always be a leader; that’s your truth.”
This left me feeling special, even proud.
I’d often thought the same, though not out loud.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

artwork by Simon Dewey

Dear child, you came into this world
and made the living sweet.
Right from the start, you owned each heart.
Your smile was bliss, complete.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I hope you’ll listen to my take
on how to find a mate.
My vision is unique and wise.
My counsel is first-rate.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Photo by Danie Franco on Unsplash

My grandma always told me
attitude was everything.
Each point of view was mine to take:
my choice to sigh or sing.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo by Shunya Koide on Unsplash

Take a whiff of joy-in-store,
of silent tomes that sing.
Ride your neurotransmitters
from Boston to Beijing.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Why must a mother mourn her son at Christmas?
Why must a father lose his daughter fair?
How will we bear the sorrow of this season,
when days ago their laughter filled the air?

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Why can’t we just get along?
Can’t our friendship still be strong
even when we disagree?
Why ya gotta wail on me?