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best new poetry in form

Weeds are not supposed to grow
but by degrees
some achieve a flower, although
no one sees.

From the September Issue



God bless them all—each one who lies
in bed, so weak, while childhood flies
away or, from a wheelchair, sees
just window views while daylight flees
and parents muffle weary sighs.

Each child and parent bravely tries
to wear the smile that signifies
their hope that God will hear their pleas.
God bless them all.

Researchers satisfy some why’s
as children’s doctors treat, advise,
and diagnose. No guarantees
exist, but those who care for these
sweet kids put courage in their eyes.
God bless them all.


Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. She has been writing since early childhood. Her writings have appeared in numerous magazines and journals, including The Road Not Taken, Lyric, Parody, Bitterroot, Cyclamens and Swords, Wild Violet, Society of Classical Poets, and Southern Tablet; and anthologies, including those published by the Mississippi Poetry Society, the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, Whispering Angel Books, The Short Humor Site (UK),and Quill Books.