Long Suzanna Poems
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The beautiful fuchsia crepe myrtles are enticing today
So Mennonite mama takes her child outside to play.
Child is enjoying dandelions, picking them for fun.
Her lovely homemade sunbonnet keeping out the sun.
Mama is trimming the crepe myrtles, taking limbs in for lunch.
To brighten her tidy clean home; she loves fuchsia a bunch.
They will look pretty on the table next to Grandma’s pretty lace.
She has to hurry, for man will be home soon. She picks up the pace.
They are diligent workers, this mom and her child.
They have created a meal of biscuits and gravy not mild.
Her husband loves a little spice in his gravy, so she does it up fine.
Then she and her daughter hang clothes on the line.
Their home is spotless, and their meal is the best.
They live simply, yet happily, and sew things inside their nest.
She is confident her daughter is growing up the right way.
She smiles as she watches Suzanna mimic her throughout their day.
. "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"
Okay, …if only we can catch the waitress’s eye, we could order more tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was it she said about her husband burning breakfast?
It must have been funny, since everyone is laughing…
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My eyes wander to the window….
I see some geese in the sky
Heading north... Oh my, summer has gone so quickly…
I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
I'll remember to buy day-old bread just for that,...
but we'll have to watch the children..
Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
…made her cry,…poor thing
It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
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Oops, Peg's back from the Ladies......
I'll scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....
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How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….
Oh look there…just outside the window…
a whirlwind is gathering up a few leaves
Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
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For the Contest: Summer's End
(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday)
It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.
Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.
Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.
She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.
I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.
Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.
Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.
She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.
She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life.
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy
(This verse is written hristened Dayon 23 Sep. 2011 remembering the occasion of my Loving Daughter SUZANNA CHRISTY’S CHRISTENED DAY)
It is the day she was christened with a name
Which bears the Rock that’s built on Glory
Whose matchless love being showered each moment on her.
She was brought in the arms of His servants
Whose prayers caressed the infant’s soul
To grow in the Lord with His Wisdom and Mercy.
She was laid in the cradle of prayers and blessings
And a great congregation of friendly stars offered its light,
And the happy blooms fluttered around the infant.
She looked happy and with full of smiles,
And every moment of hers penetrated his heart
That he took paint and brush to draw her enthralling portrait.
He read a poem penned on her, and the little soul smiled in joy.
God’s servants proclaimed her with the name ‘SUZANNA CHRISTY’,
For she hath been God’s Gift answered to their supplication.
The little soul winked its eyes and whispered back ‘THANK YOU, CHRIST.’
He heard the little soul’s voice of joy and they shouted back ‘THANK YOU, LORD.’