The Gathering
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
The greatest joy in life is found
where love and loyalty abound.
What sweeter sight…what dearer sound
than all the family, gathered round?
The greatest joy in life is found
where love and loyalty abound.
What sweeter sight…what dearer sound
than all the family, gathered round?
To every heart, a wound must come;
no soul is free from this.
Some enemy or friend will deal
a blow that breaks your bliss.
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.
I’m glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down.
With the oceans topsy-turvy,
I’m afraid someone might drown.
My hair marches across my head.
Left face. Right face. Full speed ahead.
A hair platoon, in disarray,
with soldiers who will not obey.
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I have a bright red fireman’s hat.
My favorite toy, imagine that!
I help to put out fires and then
I climb back on my truck again.
“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”
“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.