Noreen Ann Snyder Poems

It’s six in the evening,
and the sun began to go down.
I’m still drinking my soda at the park
when I looked up and saw her over yonder.
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What is Heaven like?
Is Heaven the mansion
made of pure gold
and precious jewels?
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Sitting here
waiting for your phone call
but my phone is dead.
The cool breeze blew through the window
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We searched and searched for you,
my Little One, but all in vain.
No sleep, no rest for us
until you’re safe and sound
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Oh what a joy to hear him
play the guitar and sing!
When he sings and
play the guitar,
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Looking out the window,
the five-year-old boy
just wanted to be like
the other boys.
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What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
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The old oak trees softly swaying their branches
as if to say,
“What are you doing to us and our forests (our homes) ?
Why are you destroying us
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Tears streaming down the eight year old girl’s face
like a river flowing steadily
as she stared out the dirty bedroom window
looking up toward Heaven,
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Thoughts and ideas
from my brain
turn
into
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