©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(poem only-image depicted here is not taken from His Children)

God’s little ones are most content.
They make no arrogant demand,
but try to fill each simple need
by taking on the task at hand.

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“That’s the real trouble with the world; too many people grow up.”
– Walt Disney

“It takes a very long time to become young.” – Pablo Picasso

“Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.” – Marty Rubin

“Listen to the child in you and follow its innocence.” – Munia Khan

©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson

Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?

©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson

My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.

She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson

When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I’d help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.

©1998 Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press

My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room?” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!

©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, At The End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book

Don’t wake me up.
Don’t pound my door.
I need more sleep.
I need much more.