Mother and Child
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller – on mothers
The world shows many faces;
every life holds sundry charms,
but universal is our yearning
for a mother’s arms.
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.
Oh Come, Let Us Adore
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
With joy and hope, we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.
We speak of His example, of His love and sacrifice.
Our voices raise in carols praising Him, each sacred strain
a witness that the Lord did come and sank beneath our pain
to take our sins upon Himself, a perfect gift of love,
from our own Elder Brother, He who waits for us above.
Zionbound: Tribute to a
Female Pioneer
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
image by Caralsil on Deviant Art
image by Caralsil on Deviant ArtThe woman stood, endured, grew strong.
Propelled by faith, she trudged along
the snowy trail, the dusty plain,
the rocky passes, slick with rain.
Let Freedom Ring
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Barth Bailey on Upsplash
Our history is glorious.
Why should we not stand proud?
And yet, today, so many feel
that pride is not allowed.
A Fading Sky
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Rehan Syed on Unsplash
They came: the tired, the poor, the yearning masses,
the flood of people reaching for one moon––
sharing a dream that lived and died in snatches,
mercurial as air in a balloon––
What Is Memorial Day?
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
I came across a question yesterday
that troubled me enough to pose it here.
“What is the meaning of Memorial Day?
Why do we celebrate it every year?”
When I’m Sixty-One
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Tim Cooper on Unsplash
A happy birthday to myself!
I just turned sixty-one.
I’d like to say that things are great
and getting old is fun.
Father Fan Club
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
A dad is an anchor when things go quite wrong
and a fan club when things go quite right.
He’s there to protect you when you’re super scared
of those things that go “bump” in the night.