©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,
the eyes of Grandpa Fred,
the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and
the chin of Cousin Ted,

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

What song shall I sing for my mother? What key?
Which chords own the notes that will set her joy free?
Was psalm ever born that could raise her hopes high
as the million bright stars she has hung in my sky?

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

My mother taught me how to play
each note to form a song.
She showed me how to hold the bow
and keep my down stroke strong.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

Charity is love, pure love…
a sacred gift from up above
that brightens every day we live,
empow’ring us to lift, forgive
and serve each other, come what may,
in Jesus Christ’s appointed way.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

April showers bring May flowers
(nature goes to work)
May blooms bring June prom-night rooms
(parents go berserk)

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Leather sandals, dusty feet,
soles worn out in service.
Lessons taught, lessons learned;
stilled souls waiting, nervous.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

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To bathe soiled feet was but a servant’s lot,
eschewed by men whose station lent them grace.
These did not stoop to take a lowly place,
nor pause to wonder if, one day, they ought.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I’m swinging on the happy tree,
in love with everything I see.
White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky
reach out for me as I fly by.