Son-light
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
I wear your absence like a hat, too tightly,
its brim subduing light relentlessly.
Son-light, grown brighter from celestial moorings,
and yet at times so difficult to see.
Poems about Death
Not one of us will pass through life without being touched by death and grieving. Initially, I had only a handful of poems about death and losing loved ones and did not feel a specific category on that topic was necessary for this website. Sadly, after losing my youngest son in 2018, that has changed. This new topic includes 40 poems about death and grieving, written as part of my own grieving process. I hope this category will make it easier for other bereaved parents to find and use them as part of their own healing. My poems about death are here for non-commercial purposes only. Please include full copyright information on every copy, emailing a request for permission before using. For internet use, a link back to this site is required. May peace and comfort be yours on this difficult path.
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
a brighter day
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
come and sit
beneath my blanket
as you did when
we shared space
Mother and Son Forever
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Art image by JaclynsStudio
In life, it was mine to give you care,
a role I would never begrudge at all…
from blissful days of downy hair,
(and me ever grateful that I was there)
through years that bore fruit in a wailing wall.
Empty Spaces
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Girl Among the Flowers, A Day in the Country
Artwork by Estelle Grundwald
Every day a hundred ways to know you are gone.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wish that I could move on.
You left me with so many spaces, so many empty places,
left me with so many spaces, too many empty places.
Come, Warm Your Hands
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
A question in grief group last week gave me pause,
“Are you struggling more now, with Covid the cause?”
Answers varied, and yet most replies shared a thread:
We were already maxed-out on grieving our dead.
Losing children had broken us, brought us so low
that in truth, there was not that much further to go.
Reflections from an Angel Son
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
A breeze as gentle as could be
rose high above the northern sea,
slipped far beyond a starry sky,
and brushed me with a tender sigh.
Broken but Blessed
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m in a battle for myself,
and I’m afraid to lose.
Life used to feel more solid,
like I had a right to choose
The Why Poem
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
This is the why poem,
The why-did-you-die poem,
The why-did-you-have-to-be-
stuck-in-the-eye poem,