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.
Amidst the ash and rubble
heroes stop to cry,
and pray for those who perished
as Old Glory waves nearby.
What can we do to tell them...
Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
Fathers are...
You and I have never met
But I am the child you must not forget.
I am the child who whimpered in pain.
I am the child who was beaten and...
Old Henry built it with his own hands,
harvested the wood from his own lands.
He dug the well and laid the stone
and worked real hard to...
She's vanished
in sea of cyber space.
She wandered aimlessly
surfing unfathomable
regions of unknown origin
hoping to find
evidence of ...