©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

In Geology Psychology
each element is real.
First you excavate, then analyze
exactly what you feel.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I never thought that I would call thee friend;
I could not trust another with my care.
No staunch companion who would still be there
Should I be forced my honor to defend.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Joel Holland on Unsplash

We set up housekeeping in an open mine field.
No tanks. No sweepers. No safety.
Daffodils looked harmless, but traveled
in armies. Hyacinths took prisoners.

©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson

(written for an AIDS quilt presentation program)

When I was a child, my very best thing
was to snuggle up warm under grandmother’s quilt.
Every patch was a memory, stitched up with love;
every square a reminder, painstakingly built,

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller

A child is playing in the sand.
What secrets does he understand?
He knows the magic of the sea.
The evidence is in his hand.

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller

Each child of God wears dignity,
a heritage he brings to earth.
No ragged coat, however soiled,
diminishes intrinsic worth.

©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller

Oh for a son
when my head is bowed
and years have lined my face––
A stalwart son
with a gentle heart,

©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller

Her eyes look past the window pane,
beyond the shutters and the years.
She hears the laughing children, sees
but does not see them through her tears.