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.
You can hear them in the nurseries addicted before they breathe.
You can rock them, gently rock them, but still the babies grieve.
You can...
When daybreak comes and I no longer care
to listen for the mourning doves first cry,
anticipate the sunrise in the sky
or smell the apple...
The Ohio winds around hills
and streams down the hollows,
passes steel mills, brick yards
and scrap yards. It carries tug boats,
pushes...
I listen as he plays
The pan flute in front
Of a beautiful waterfall.
I close my eyes and
I am transported
Above the scene
And fly with...
February Waltz
A lone Maple leaf
Hung to the tree
all Winter through
snow, rain and wind.
Then one morning
She let go and floated...