Mary’s Nativity
©1986 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Phil Hearing on Unsplash
I wonder how they felt that night
as they attended there.
Were they filled with sacred sentiment
to see the child so fair?
Holiday Poems
I am delighted to make these holiday poems available to you. They are gifts from my heart to anyone willing to accept them. My hope is that each holiday poem brings added meaning to someone’s Christmas or Easter, Valentine’s Day or Independence Day. Writing them has already brought added meaning to mine. (Poems for nearly every holiday are listed here. You may click specifically on Christmas Poems, Easter Poems, Patriotic Poems, and Thanksgiving Poems. (Please email a request for permission before using. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines). This will give you a feel for the poem’s content. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
Happy Birthday, Baby!
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Happy birthday, baby.
Every year, you just get better.
(Let’s see if we can make that
handsome face a little redder!)
Happy Father’s Day!
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Getty from Unsplash+
I may not be as small and helpless
as I used to be.
I’m not the little girl who used to
climb up on your knee.
On Mother Love
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
My lovely mom with me and my sister
My mother’s love is mine to keep.
It cannot die – nor does it sleep,
but warms me like the golden sun
with rays too strong to be undone.
Each memory its own comfort gives,
a sweet reminder that she lives
and loves and watches from afar,
as bright and constant as a star.
Gathering in the Valley
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
image from Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
No strangers to the rocky plains were these.
The rugged mountains tore no virgin feet
on this (their last) descent, made bittersweet
by absent souls, carried in memories.
My Mother’s Love
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
My mother’s love, rooted in me,
is sturdy oak and sheltering tree.
Beneath her branches, I have grown
secure enough to stand alone
and yet be nurtured by her care,
supported by her presence there.
What Does Christmas Mean?
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Walter Chavez on Unsplash
What does Christmas mean to me?
A mother in a manger bed,
a holy infant’s cradled head,
the shepherds and the wise men led.
That’s what Christmas means.
Reaching Out, Reaching Up
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Chris Beloch from Unsplash
The week before Christmas, I wait at the post office,
mailing one last, precious thing.
The line isn’t quite out the door, but it’s close,
and our holiday mood’s taken wing.