Susan P. Schindelar
Poetry
Inadvertent Photographer (1st camera was present from her children on her 60th birthday!
Avid gardener, Kyaker and biker
Susan lives in Netcong with her beloved pooch, Izzy and feline friend Patch.
Susan taught kindergarten for 29 years, ao she automatically thinks in rhymes.
She writes poetry just because she must!
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A warm soft cozy ball of fur,
An endless hum, a soothing purr,
A comfort when I’m feeling low,
A perfect companion, I love him so.
Bright white and gray, with just one eye,
He rubs my leg as he passes by.
He licks my cheek, my nose, my hand.
He never speaks, but I understand.
His need are few; food, warmth, and pets.
This is as good as life ever gets.
I call him Patch. He was a stray.
He fills my life with joy every day.
Rejoice evermore. I Thess. 5:16
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Easter Sunday – 3 yrs. Later
He has risen!
She has not; just sits there in her chair.
So blank and uncomprehending, her
Bleak and endless stare.
God loves you ma,
He gave his Son,
For you eternal life was won.
Eternal life, eternal death,
I wonder and wait her final breath.
Eternal death, I see it now –
An every visit and question how,
A God who loves enough his son to give,
Why not bestow a life fit to live?
And someone who gave her heart to God,
and worked her whole life for the hurt and down trod.
He has risen!
She has not. Pain, grief, and agony her lot.
Happy Easter, Ma.
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Ike’s Wind
The wind howls.
A coyote yowls.
I shiver in the cold.
Izzy has to go out.
The coyote’s about.
He’s hungry and he’s bold.
I know he’s wish,
For his favorite dish,
A dish of rabbit stew.
But with no rabbits about,
For him to rout,
A little pup will do.
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Meditation on Angels
father – daughter
Father – daughter
An angel waits beside the gates.
An angel waits for her.
He beckons her, this life to leave.
She turns as to demur.
An angel waits beside the gates.
His arms are opened wide.
She shakes with grief, like wind-swept leaf.
She cannot leave this side.
An angel waits beside the gates.
H waits on bended knee.
Your work is done, the victory won.
Oh, daughter come to me.
Two angels wait beside the gate,
embraced in love as one.
All 80 years of joys and tears are
whispered in the angels ears.
Two angels wait beside the gate,
One taken early and one so late.
Two angels wait beside the gate.
They wait so patiently.
I’m counting on my Father’s love
to have eternal life above.
Two angels wait beside the gate.
Two angels wait for me.
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