Sunday, June 28, 2015

The Crybaby

The Crybaby
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

Oh how loudly, oh how clearly
we can hear you blow your top.
Baby boy, we love you dearly,
but the screaming has to stop!

If you're going to wake up grouchy,
maybe you should stay asleep.
Your shrieks make our ears feel ouchy.
Can't you pitch them low and deep?

Must you be so doggone noisy?
Please oh please give it a rest.
Try to be a bit more joysy
when we pluck you from your nest.

You depend on us completely,
so you'd better treat us right.
If you must cry, do it sweetly,
or we may go out on strike!


Can you believe I'm writing about the happy little guy on the right?
I think it's safe to say that he wears his emotions on his sleeve, glad or sad.
(Of course, he and his little sister also happen to be the cutest babies ever!)

I'm sure you agree. =)

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Faith Lost

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

Faith lost is like a promise broken
somewhere in the night.
Unanswered pleas in words unspoken
push away the light.

Soft shadows fall into the soul,
then deepen as they take control
of golden rays and hopeful dreams
till nothing shines and little gleams.

Resist the seeping of the dawn;
believe the moon, the star.
Look up until all doubts are gone.
Remember whose you are.

Friday, May 15, 2015

On Grace and Gravity: A Message from Mary

On Grace and Gravity: A Message from Mary
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

believe me, I adapt
carry me with you
then and now I bring
some substance
to the ins and outs
of living

this throwing-me-away
no longer needing
is a ruse
won't stop the bleeding
(je m'excuse)
is self defeating

the air is getting thin
all up in here
count down, lift off
fly free
but do remember
space can leave a void

and gravity is grounding
woos the oxygen
beware out there
the molecules are few
and far between
the grace unseen

so wear your helmet
like a rosary
breathe in, reach out
and keep me
keep The Baby, maybe
even keep the bath

it's holy water

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Life Train-ing

The tone may seem a bit pessimistic, but this poem is mostly a reflection upon our inability to control circumstances in life. Of course, we still need to participate fully, learning and growing as we adjust to situations not of our choosing. As Rick Warren said, "Life…is a journey of discovery. There are moments on mountain tops and moments in deep valleys of despair. Transformation is a process." (Still, those train rides can be a bit scary when you don't exactly know where they're going!)

Life Train-ing
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

A new train chugging round the bend.
I wish I knew where it would end.
So much momentum, smoke and steel,
unstoppable from stack to wheel.
High in the air, it hugs the rail,
accompanied by high-pitched wail
to destination still unknown.
The captive pilgrim rides alone.

When I was young, I could pretend
that every train would count as friend.
But now I parse each sway and clack.
I've been on trains that jump the track
or stay the course disaster chooses.
Either way, the rider loses.

All aboard! It's time to ride.
The trains keep coming. Step inside.

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Wonderful Women

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 in a class by herself. (I may be a bit prejudiced on this point.) Tomorrow she will be 88 years old, and my siblings (including the one pictured above) and I will be spending the weekend with her to celebrate. Needless to say, we are all looking forward to the occasion!

As you can see, Mom looks terrific. I wish she felt equally terrific physically, but as you can see, she chooses to go through life with a smile on her face….enjoying her family and friends and living in the moment. She has had a year of great struggles and great blessings, but I'm sure she would say the blessings have won the battle for her heart. You see, in the past year she has become the proud great grandmother of three sets of twins. That's right, THREE sets! Can you imagine?? I don't think she ever did, not in her wildest dreams, but that doesn't stop her from being the proudest "GG" ever…and certainly the best!

The darling two-month-old twins contributed by my daughter are pictured below:



I'd show you the other two sets of twins as well, but their grandma (another of my sisters) doesn't like having family photos on the internet, so you will just have to imagine how cute they are (two boys, and a boy and a girl). Our family has been richly blessed this year.

Sure do love you.


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Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter: The Spring of Hope

Easter: The Spring of Hope
c2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

Come, celebrate the joys of spring,
bright days of reawakening,
when spirits rise from winter long
to soar on wings of sweet birdsong.

The season is awash in light--
blue skies enhanced by clouds of white
and colors flung across rich earth
to flood the world with signs of birth.

As daffodils wake from their rest,
a feathered mother builds her nest.
The ebb of life renews again
from sunlit field to wooded glen.

What better time to set our hearts
on gifts and blessings God imparts--
the greatest of them Jesus Christ,
who saved us with His sacrifice.

May every thought be turned to Him
in whom our hope need never dim;
and may His swift, surpassing peace
grant every wayward soul release.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Easter: The Gift of Christ

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Heinrich Hofmann

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

When all about me seems to dim
and colors change to muted gray,
I turn my mind and heart to Him
who carries worldly woes away.

In life, He blessed and healed and fed;
no soul in need sought Him in vain.
In death, He lifted us from dread
and taught us how to live again.

He rose and conquered, made us whole;
our broken bodies He would mend.
But dearer still, each broken soul
would find in Him a lasting friend.

No grief would pass away unknown,
for He had borne it on His knees.
Christ bled, forsaken and alone,
His suffering the price of peace.

How precious are the gifts He gave,
how sacred every drop He spilled.
The Lord loves us enough to save.
In Him, our purpose is fulfilled.

And when my darkness seeks His light,
the dawn is never far away.
His grace sets all the world aright
and shines in me a brighter day.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Do Not Speak a Word

Not One Word
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

Do not speak a word; I tell you.
Utter not one word.
These days your every phrase strikes me
as patently absurd.

The syllables that leave your lips
bedevil me no end.
If you keep blathering, I fear
I shall not call you friend.

So do not breathe a word, not one.
No wanton, witless word.
Your dialogue is best, I find,
entirely unheard.


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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Miracles DO Happen

 Melina Eloise

Alcide David

Can't think of a better day to share with all of you that my daughter Karin and her husband Bob have made us grandparents once again. Well, actually, twice again, with these beautiful new "twins." (I will explain the quotation marks around the word "twins" later.) At any rate, Sunday is the perfect time to celebrate this long-hoped-for miracle, for we are well aware that God is the One who made it possible. To be sure, medical technology had something to do with it; but to our way of thinking, technology is nothing but a tool that allows us, sometimes, to usher in His blessings. And we just managed to usher in two of the best blessings any of us have ever received.

Many of you old-timers around here know that Karin has struggled with infertility for years. She is the proud owner of a double uterus, and apparently that makes getting (and staying) pregnant a bit trickier. After two rounds of failed IVF, Karin went to a new fertility doctor who helped her conceive at last. Because of her history of non-implantation, he made the decision to implant one embryo in each of her two uteruses, hoping against hope that one of them would take. I guess you can see what happened! In a very rare occurrence, both of the babies-to-be implanted. Suddenly, she and Bob were expecting twins.

We were, of course, both delighted and nervous. How wonderful it would be to get two babies at once; how frightened we were that carrying two would be too crowded for her smaller-than-normal-sized uteri. There are very few records of people who have succeeded at carrying a baby in each of two wombs to term, so the little bit of information we could find online did not dismiss our very real concerns. And the fact that she had a large bleed at 13 weeks and a smaller one at 15 weeks didn't boost our confidence either. Nonetheless, because the pregnancies themselves were clearly an answer to prayer, we decided to put our faith in the Lord, trusting that it was His intent for Karin to birth these babies safely. 

Well, on February 12th, she did. And while she had to get a C-section 5 1/2 weeks early due to preeclampsia, they came out weighing 5 lb. 1 oz. and 5 lb. 7 oz. Melina had a little breathing difficulty for the first hour or so, but both babies are now doing well. I think you can imagine how thrilled all of us are, but I'm not sure anyone can possibly imagine the exhilaration I feel looking at my beautiful daughter as she holds these babies in her arms. Her face glows with the purest joy I have ever seen, and I know to Whom I owe the debt of gratitude I feel. Of course, I have always owed Him a debt of gratitude for every blessing in my life, but this is one of the rarest and most treasured. I will be thanking Him every day for the rest of my days. (And then I hope to do it in person!) ;)

Welcome to the world, Little Alcide and Melina. You are loved.
And a very happy Valentine's Day  
❤ ❤ 
from Grandma and Grandpa A.

PS. I said I would explain the word "twins." Technically, our babies are NOT twins, because they were fertilized separately by IVF and transferred to separate uteri. Furthermore, one is actually 4-5 days older than the other, because he (yes, it's Alcide) implanted sooner. Karin had them remove him first so he will be older in both birth and implantation. (And she also wanted Melina to have a "big brother.") The doctors still call them twins, for want of a better word, and so will we.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Keep Fighting Black

Keep Fighting Black
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

When trouble steals the blood that flows
beneath my rosy cheek––
when ashes gather round my eyes
and lips refuse to speak––
I let the sorrow carry me
on silvered wings––so high
that even in the darkness
I return as butterfly.


Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness.
–Desmond Tutu

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