Poems from Susan Jeavons
70 year old mother of 4 and grandmother of many. I am a widow of a Vietnam veteran who passed away from lung cancer related to Agent orange. We were married for 25 years.
As I pulled onto the red dirt road, the barn was standing there,
where as a child, I ran about and had no other cares.
No doors upon her...
‘Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day.
‘Twas a portent of what was headed that way.
All saints and sinners, aye ye better take heed...
The boy next door has scars that he hides.
He goes to school sad and teary-eyed.
His father beats him with a leather strap.
I feel so sorry...
Past the breakers where the beacon shines
from the light house near the shore,
some can hear the sounds of the long, lost souls
who have...
Some folks see her in the window,
just a shadow standing there.
Some folks hear her in the morning
when she sings her daily prayer,
but...