Poet/Artist/Child of God/Heaven Flyer

Family Poems

ANGEL MY NIECE

 

Baptized in church in Minneapolis

it was a special day I would not miss.

I have a photo of you and me

we both were smiling happily.

Then when your first Christmas came

I got to see you once again.

First Christmas for baby Angel my niece

It was happy and filled with peace.

Then of course I would only see you sparingly.

I have pictures of your volleyball game

you are a teenager now you don’t look the same.

I also have photos of you and with Allisa at your grandma’s

You are very happy just because.

Because you are a sweet and caring girl

You are precious to the world.

I’m glad I saw you graduate

It was a glorious and memorable day.

Happy Birthday I also wanted to say

I hope you received your card I sent your way.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28, 2011

 

Grandma’s House

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My Dear Grandma Vivian Chevalier

 

My dear grandma always wrote to me–she loved reading my poetry. She was a great poet herself…she was a great poet like no one else. Remembering how sweet she was to me–Grandma here is a poem for you!

Butterfly, butterfly flying through the air–
flittering here and flittering there.
Landing on a flower just ahead
your wings glow on a flower bed.
I imagine my grandma’s flowers with color
each one is unique, not like the other.
It was in the spring with fragrance everywhere
it was happy times without a care.

Found memories of bread baking in the air
a special time I did share.
with Grandmother who is special and sweet–
she made all kinds of goodies and treats.
Like marsh mellows with fruit and whip topping too
I liked eating it after my dinner was through.
In backyard I did climb a tree
hurt my hand with a twig, I did bleed.
Rushed to the doctors really fast
they put stitches in, they didn’t last.

Memories of the farm I will remember
like Christmas time in December, receiving my Suzy doll with curls and funny times in the barn with the pigs…something my sister can not out live.

Thank you Grandma for believing in me-you are sweet and dear to me.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 3, 2011

TRIBUTE TO JACK BARRY

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Artist and friend Jack Barry

Jack Barry who was born on April 17th

Born a day before and did succeed–

He was a great friend and artist indeed.

He took me to lunch when I first came

To the “Artist Hut”.

Yes, Jack had a studio in Flamingo Park

Next to railroad tracks where dogs always barked.

He did all kinds of style painting–

Fresco he was known for—

I have his one big painting by my door.

He was a great storyteller and a U.S. Vet-

He had a very interesting life of all the people

I have met.

I inherited his butterfly necklace people do see–

When I wear it around my neck all sparkly.

Thanks Jack for being a friend to me.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 30, 2015

Poem Dedicated to Jack Barry

April 17, 1948- Aug. 7, 2013

 

MY AUNT AND UNCLE

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As a child I remember those days
when Aunt Audrey would come from faraway.
Aunt Audrey was tall and wore jewelry like rings
she brought gifts and interesting things.
Aunt Audrey lived in Japan, the far east
she had an interesting life to say the least.
Her daughters Marlena and Renee
had played with us for a couple of days.
Then they would leave on a plane
I would see them again at an older age.
Uncle Norm I also saw when I was young
we traveled to Rhode Island when I was age 1.
Then I would see Aunt Audrey & Norm
in the sunshine state—
they lived in a development with wooden gates.
I celebrate Christmas and the holidays
with them and daughters Marlena and Renee.
They work in the movie business today
They have children and live in L.A.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 9,2012

Updated on March 1, 2019

Maya’s Martini

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Maya Johnson and Martini

Martini the little shiatsu was cute as can be

Wagging his tail so carefree.

by the ocean with good friend Suzy.

Now he was very aware

for when he got scared

he hid under Maya’s desk

and there he would rest

his head on Maya’s small feet

then he’ld look up for a treat.

“Now why did you name him Martini? ”

I asked Maya quizzically one day.

Then Maya turned her head to say

“Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier–

“Martini was named after the club

where people like to dance–

I met my husband Ron

there by circumstance.”

All three used to live together by the sea

Martini passed on but Maya has fond memories

of her sweet Shiatsu dog named Martini.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.7, 2011

Updated on March 26, 2019

Birds Fly Free – Poem by Suzae Chevalier

 

Birds fly free

flying over the fields of green

For they can fly better than a plane
they are God’s creation He gives
beauty all the same.

Birds are as free as can be

with beautiful colored wings.

Flying up through the trees

They can see everything.

From colors bright to bold

like pink, orange and gold.

Being a bird in the sky

they are happy all the time.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on  Feb.9,2011
updated on March 1,2019