Grandma Kay just turned ninety five,
on her birthday in 2009.
In her nursing home her family was there,
Watching her blew out birthday candle without a care.
She was the star of her birthday show,
She blew out a candle that sparkled and glowed.
Friends and family sang along,
to her personalized birthday song.
Her son Russ played the guitar,
this was her best birthday by far.
She unwrapped presents from family and friends,
she was very happy like a child again.
Photo memories are snapped in time,
To remember Kay’s 95th Birthday that shined.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
Sherm is Sweet a great friend indeed
he believes in Jesus
who watches him succeed.
Succeed on his walk
that he walks with
the Lord every single day
everyday no matter sunny
Thank you Sherm
for being a good role
model for me
I will see you in heaven
by Jesus in his glory!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 19, 2018
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I’m pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn’t hear any for his ears are toast.
He’s sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10, 2011)
Mr and Mrs. Par
Smell of turkey and spice fill the air
I’m at Granny Krendoll’s house
who loves to share.
Yes, Granny Krendoll who is Jan Par
is the most giving person by far
Along with her husband I might add
he is also very happy soul, I wish he was my dad.
Sunshine couple is what they remind me of–
they travel across the country spreading their love.
They preach for a living “spreading the word”
Mr. Par is quite enthusiastic I have heard.
Now they came to visit me in 2009
they had just visited Jamaica and had a fun time.
A diary of their travels they do keep,
they are blessed by Jesus even while they sleep.
They look for the good in everything
I am so happy they are my friends.
Master Shaman Don Mariano gifted
David Tejada the Munay-ki
Now David is a healing shaman
in many despacho ceremonies.
He has the power to gift you these rites
At different ancient sacred sites.
Sacred sites in the Andean mountains of Peru
David passes on this miraculous energy to you.
Through the Nine rites that heal
and transform your energy field.
He starts with the “Healer’s Rite”
all the way to the ninth.
Ninth Rite which awakens
the Creator-light within.
He blesses many people again and again.
Thank you David for being
Such a kind and humble friend .
Your generosity in helping me
with knowledge has made me feel
Empowered from within.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 26, 2015
At the Lake Street Painting festival I did meet
a photographer named Kim who is really sweet.
He shot photos of my princess on sidewalk not street.
being a rogue artist the sidewalk was the place,
that I decided to use my chalk to paint.
Paint a small square by the Hummingbird hotel
Kim shot great photos of Sarah Star not Mel.
Since then Kim shot photos of my 3×5,
also castle scene painting this year with keen eye.
We went to wildlife Wakodahatchee, Delray Beach by Jog.
we photographed birds, alligators and frogs.
Kim visited me at the Royal Art & Music Fest
photos he took turned out best above all the rest.
Kim says he’s my fan, and never charges a fee
he supports all artists like cartoonist like me.
Thank you Kim
for being a great photographer and friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 19, 2011
In a taxi I did ride
having such a fun time.
It was Bora Bora the island
in the south.
It was such a fun time
without a doubt.
Driving with a guy who was really sweet
His friend was in the backseat.
Drove up the mountainside
ate mangoes and saw
skirts made with dye.
Then I did shop and buy
something that caught my eye.
Taxi driver did receive button of me
Same with people off the cruise ship
they video taped me taking water to
quench my thirst.
Then in airport go back to the states
I saw lady from pearl jewelry store
who recognized my face.
Recognized me from before
but couldn’t think of what for.
She’s sitting in the executive suite
thought I was sweet and as a treat
I could stay in Bora Bora for free.
Jewelry lady did finally realize
she saw me on the button
buttoned to dress of taxi guy
happy with all smiles and sunshine.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb 21,2011
updated on March 25, 2019
I get a call on my home phone
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her at the bowling alley
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day–
We eat chocolate at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know-
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end-
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while-
Helping a friend who would one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, cute as can be
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.21,2011
Dad’s full name Charles but you can call him Chuck
he was happiest when he was driving his Truck.
Peterbilt he says is the best-he won a “Safe Driver Award” for he was above the rest.
“Best Driver Of The Year” he was named, he had his award framed.
I will always remember the smell of gas
I love the smell, it would remind me of time gone past.
A memory in time of my childhood days
I sat in Dad’s Peterbilt at Dad’s Dahlen’s truck place
Dad started the engine and honked the horn it was very loud I did learn to scorn.
Respect “Truck Drivers” for they bring food and gas home they risk their life in a storm.
Dad would go on layovers, a 3 state run through these states he had a lot of fun.
He was an efficient driver he did always state, never falling asleep even when driving late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends
they had all kinds of stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—He looked tired but had a bite.
A very efficient driver he did always state he never fell asleep when he drove real late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends, trucker stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—he looked tired but had a bite.
4 hours of sleep he said he always had, he worked in the wee hrs. he was a brave Dad.
Thanks Dad for you are very dear, cherished childhood memories that bring a tear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 6, 2013