Joanne Santosuosso Arlington, Mass.

Joanne has been writing poetry for over a decade. She is an Early Childhood Educator. Joanne holds a Bachelor of Arts in Education; and an Associate of Science in Early Childhood Education (Magna Cum Laude) Her memberships include the Phi Theta Kappa National Honor Society ( Alpha Gamma Beta Chapter. ); and Association for Supervision and Curriculum Development. Joanne avidly photographs all bulletin board displays which have been part of her teaching career. She also collects postcards from different places around the world. Joanne's poems are reflective of a people's journey. "I strive to anchor a people's meaning toward a greater center." Joanne wishes to thank all of the Editors who have made publication of her poetry possible. She also wishes to thank members of The Aquinas College Community for their encouragement and support of her writing.

IMPRESSIONS As the newborn struggles to be free, A sudden burst of stars gazes at him in threes; A child of nine months stands upright with determination Then suddenly he stumbles and gazes upward in search of interpretation. On the upward hill toward progress the speaking child Manipulates. We look at him and ask is this our fate While the calendar years roll out Here a boy of nine cut from little league pouts; This time his head outside the noose, As adolescence strikes its peak The opposite sex we find does seek Not far down the wayside in marriage man and woman become united- Now let's see how much left will really be highlighted. Family time has begun and the first child is born As he looks out the window it is dawn The pebble struck road is still distant and beyond The ninety-year-old man takes an unrushed yawn These impressions - they do escalate Like amino acids, the building blocks of life- They are at stake.

Frostbitten Soldiers Fight Peace Be Might Frostbitten. Of Bottle Cries And Midnight Lies Frostbitten. Of Blemished Mirrors And Night Long Terrors Frostbitten. Of Home . A House And One Lost Spouse Frostbitten Of Peace I Pray For Future Days Cancel Frostbitten.

Retarded? Tests, Assessments, Revelations Subwinded guarantees Outside life's cradle branch Skeleton's Crib bed, you see Nature's fragile frame Lost within the dark Laughter's gasp ashamed That you would pull that love apart.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Joanne Santosuosso. All rights reserved.