Dreams, First and Last ©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson Martin Luther King had quite a dream, and so did I. Sadly, it peaked, ...

Patriot Dreams ©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson I grew up in the golden years when WWII was finally past. A grateful country ...

The Crybaby ©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson Oh how loudly, oh how clearly we can hear you blow your top. Baby boy, we love you dearl...

Faith Lost ©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson Faith lost is like a promise broken somewhere in the night. Unanswered pleas in words u...

On Grace and Gravity: A Message from Mary ©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson believe me, I adapt carry me with you then and now I bri...

The tone may seem a bit ominous, but this poem is mostly a reflection upon our inability to control circumstances in life. Of course, we st...

My cute mom with one of my sisters  When it comes right down to it, a lot of us would say our moms are pretty great. Mine, however, is...