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.
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope...
When I am at the river I am a child again traipsing enthusiastically across her shores. When I am at the riverI search for flat rocksto...
Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water...
Whiny Hermione liked to groan and complain.
She whined when it was sunny.
She whined when it rained,
and Monday through Sunday,
it didn...
Trapped
When I woke this morning
I felt an urgency to escape,
yet I felt helpless
as if I were a rabbit
with one leg caught in a steel...