The Pink Chameleon

The Pink Chameleon

Poetry by Susan Marie Davniero
Copyright

First Holy Communion Day

First Holy Communion Begins our blessed union With Holy Eucharist receive Body of Jesus we believe First Holy Communion Marks a lifetime union Cup of wine pours Blood of Jesus adored First Holy Communion Faithful commitment union Blessed Sacrament we pray First Holy Communion Day — Susan Marie Davniero

Divine Vision (of November 27, 1830)

On that glorious day, a divine vision She gazed and listened to her mission St. Catherine Labouré prayed To ensure a Miraculous Medal was made Words of Our Lady from above Blessed Mother’s message of love Inspired by a vision of the Blessed Virgin O Mary conceived without sin Pray for us, for we Have recourse to thee Keep this medal in devoted behavior And you will receive great favors — Susan Marie Davniero

Days of St. Gerard (Dedicated to my Dad, Gerard Fischetti)

St. Gerard honored with esteem On Feast Day of October sixteen Missionary order of 1700's preaching The Word of God he was teaching St. Gerard Majella's contribution Miracles of his bilocation Attributed quotes of his released "Only God can give peace" Alas, St. Gerard's death has come Here the will of God is done — Susan Marie Davniero

St. Helen's Heart (Dedicated to my Mother, Helen Fischetti)

Empress Mother of St. Constantine With faithful grace so pristine Awaken converted to Christianity Merciful gifts of charity Church founded by her hand Home on the sacred Holy Land Tomb of the Lord came across Miracles flow from the Holy Cross Forever framed with Cross by art August 18 Feast Day embark Honoring St. Helen's heart — Susan Marie Davniero

Palm Sunday Gospel Matthew 26:14-27:66 (Poem Dedicated to Lent)

Celebrate the Passover spread Feast of unleavened bread “My appointed time draws near” Jesus said One will betray me as Scriptures read Blessed is the Holy Trinity Behold our divine history “Take and eat, for this is my body” He took a cup, “Drink from it… This is my Blood of Covenant” The kiss of sinner concede to deliver Blessed Jesus to the unbeliever Alas, mere thirty pieces of silver Paid to Judas disloyal giver Seeing Jesus condemn after Judas sulks remorseful betrayer “I have sinned in betraying…” thereafter Hanged himself in Field of Blood hereafter “Hail King of Jews!” they cried “Let him be crucified!” Death of Jesus miraculously defy Rise the Son of God, Jesus is alive The Gospels of Matthew foretold Sacred Scriptures words of gold Glory to God, Son of Man behold The Greatest Story ever told — Susan Marie Davniero

Our 25th Wedding Anniversary (July 1)

It’s our marriage history When on July 1st we renew Our wedding vows saying “I do” At Our Lady of Perpetual Church Draw near to arrive we approach Blissfully we come and smile Holding hands to walk down the aisle Renewed commitment to each other After 25 years, we’re still together — Susan Marie Davniero

Dad, Sing Me a Song (In Memory of Gerard Fischetti)

Dad, sing me a song Tell me how I belong To you, as a family Together in harmony Dad, sing me a song Tell me to sing along, Sing with me now and teach me how Dad, sing me a song Tell me about the days I long When you were big and strong before we parted and said so long by Susan Marie Davniero

The Pendulum Swings

From dawn to sunset brings The pendulum of life swings It was once upon a time Of swings and nursery rhythms Young girls at Sheepshead Park On the swings until it got dark Flying high chasing the clouds My childhood days allowed As I look back on yesterday The pendulum swings the other way By sweeping fallen leaves away I long to swing again today — Susan Marie Davniero

Let's Go Mets!

Baseball season begins Cheering Mets onto win Bob and Susan at opening Day Let’s go Mets all the way Stadium fans cheer and roar Run the bases and score Teams in field line up by name To play the baseball game It’s a pitch and hit to home Under the stadium dome By a swing not allow The ball is toss to foul Suddenly Bob stands up tall Bob catches the foul ball His lucky catch took aim As the Mets won the game — Susan Marie Davniero

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Easter Bonnets of Lace

In their Easter Bonnets of lace Three darling sisters pose in place Bathe by the glow of sunlight Shining in Heaven's spotlight Together they stand dressed alike Fashions sewed by Mom in white Holding hands on bended arm Spin a circle of loving charm This is the day the Lord made Three sisters bowed and prayed Dressed in their Sunday best On this Easter Day, God Bless — Susan Marie Davniero

Seagulls by the Bay

Visit Long Island dock Where Seagulls flock I ponder and mull Home of the Seagull Behold the sight Seagulls take flight To soar from within Adrift with the wind The Seagull’s race Call out their place Navigate and glide Alive in the sky Wings span Like a white fan All kinds of weather Birds of a feather Day or night Scavengers in flight Seagulls come near Perch on the pier I lay bits of bread Seagulls are fed Calm waters today Seagulls by the bay — Susan Marie Davniero

Beach Awakes

Mist of dew Morning anew Dawn breaking Winds shaking Running tide Under blue sky White sand lay Meets the bay Beach’s dock People flock Silence of day Taken away Morning breaks Beach awakes — Susan Marie Davniero

Grandpa’s Roses(In Memory of Grandpa Joseph Cioffi)

Sunshine awakens the birth Grandpa’s Roses from the earth As blush of colors bathe Grace the walking path Enchanting scene we behold As the rose buds unfold Bloom is Heaven sent Burst of sweet scent Giving Mother Nature’s kiss Splendor by garden’s bliss The seasons comes and goes Blossom of Grandpa’s Roses — Susan Marie Davniero

First Holy Communion Day



Divine Vision of November 27, 1830



Our 25th Wedding Anniversary



Easter Bonnets of Lace;



Santa Pulls The Christmas Strings


Seagulls by the Bay



Beach Awakes



The Pendulum Swings


Let's Go Mets


Grandpa's Roses

above poems
Copyright byby Susan Marie Davniero

The Pink Chameleon

By Susan Marie Davniero and Helen Fischetti

Dear Susan Marie Davniero,

Thank you for your sensitive and inspiring poetry submissions.   I would like to include in the next issue - No. 13 - of my small family-oriented small press, The Pink Chameleon on Line, scheduled for online publication June 2012 thru May 2013, the following poetry:

Teresa

Maintenance March
by Helen Fischetti (deceased)

Submitted by her daughter

Susan Marie Davniero (Fischetti)

Lindenhurst, NY

and

Bless This Church

My Sister and her Cat

Tour Long Island

by Susan Marie Davniero

BLESS THIS CHURCH

House of God’s kingdom

All the faithful welcome

Where the flock gathers

To pray rejoice together

In this place apart

God is in our heart

Body and soul, too

Behold Christ is in you 

Clergy’s sermon preaches

As Jesus devout teachers

Spiritual testaments

Divine sacraments

The rites of passages

Thru all the holy stages

Of our religious belief

Seeking redemption relief

Blessed Holy Trinity 

Await Heaven’s destiny 

Thy will is done

God bless everyone

Susan Marie Davniero

Lindenhurst, NY

TOUR LONG ISLAND

For visitors and residents alike

Find a rich tapestry of sites

It’s a treasure trove

Along the Long Island cove

Long Island plays host

To beaches on it’s coast

Swimming, boating, sea air

All can be found there

The changing scene

Vacations serene

Splendor of open land

Fountains of beaches sand

For Long Island land

Robert Moses master plan

An array of sites

Days and nights

All can be found

At the Long Island sound

Tour Long Island and roam

The place I call home

Susan Marie Davniero

Lindenhurst NY

MY SISTER AND HER CAT

My sister, Laura pets Princess

As her long hair tresses

Falls to touch the cat’s fur

The cat’s soothing purr

Busy work of her day

Forgotten for a stay

To share a quiet nap

My sister and her cat

Susan Marie Davniero

Lindenhurst, NY

 

SUSAN

I met my Susan one sunny day A sunny day in the month of May I walked with her along the way Days and nights went passing by Until that day on the lst of July When Susan answered with a sigh “Oh yes, oh yes, I will marry you Forever after I will be true Oh yes, oh yes, I love you, too.” We’re in love for eternity My Susan and me   - Helen Fischetti(deceased) Submitted by her daughter Susan Marie Davniero (Fischetti

LOVE ME, LAURA

Love me, Laura, like I love you Treat me tender, the way you do Kiss no other, no matter who Love me, Laura and please be true My life is yours dear, for you to take My heart is yours , for you to break Don’t ever leave me, my heart ache Love me, Laura for goodness sake One day we’ll marry, you’ll see We’ll settle down with a family A cozy cottage, a backyard tree Love me, Laura, oh please love me - Helen Fischetti (deceased) Submitted by her daughter Laura Marie Bowman (Fischetti)

met my Susan one sunny day
A sunny day in the month of May
I walked with her along the way

Days and nights went passing by
Until that day on the lst of July
When Susan answered with a sigh

“Oh yes, oh yes, I will marry you
Forever after I will be true
Oh yes, oh yes, I love you, too.”
We’re in love for eternity

My Susan and me

- Helen Fischetti(deceased)

Submitted by her daughter
Susan Marie Davniero (Fischetti

I Can See Dad There Published Pink Chameleon (In memory of Gerard Fischetti) By Susan Marie Davniero I can see Dad there Handsome with dark wavy hair He sings the tunes Ballads and romances he croons Always the gentlemen I can remember when He dressed quite the man A stylish Dapper Dan Poker—deal him in He played to win Proud veteran of WWII Salutes the red, white and blue With finesse he toils Gardening in the soil At his workbench he stands A master craftsman in demand I always believed it to be Dad would watch over me Yet for a man so nice He had but one deadly vice The cigarettes he craved Put him in an early grave No more was I serenaded The songs have faded I can see Dad there Handsome with dark wavy hair His photo frame on my night stand He sits pose with a cigarette in his hand THE PINK CHAMELEON Poetry by Susan Marie Davniero First Holy Communion Day Divine Vision of November 27, 1830 Days of St. Gerard St. Helen's Heart Palm Sunday Our 25th Wedding Anniversary Easter Bonnets of Lace Seagulls by the Bay Beach Awakes Dad Sing Me a Song The Pendulum Swings Let's Go Mets Grandpa's Roses First Holy Communion Day First Holy Communion Begins our blessed union With Holy Eucharist receive Body of Jesus we believe First Holy Communion Marks a lifetime union Cup of wine pours Blood of Jesus adored First Holy Communion Faithful commitment union Blessed Sacrament we pray First Holy Communion Day — Susan Marie Davniero First Holy Communion Day drawn by Susan Divine Vision (of November 27, 1830) On that glorious day, a divine vision She gazed and listened to her mission St. Catherine Labouré prayed To ensure a Miraculous Medal was made Words of Our Lady from above Blessed Mother’s message of love Inspired by a vision of the Blessed Virgin O Mary conceived without sin Pray for us, for we Have recourse to thee Keep this medal in devoted behavior And you will receive great favors — Susan Marie Davniero Days of St. Gerard (Dedicated to my Dad, Gerard Fischetti) St. Gerard honored with esteem On Feast Day of October sixteen Missionary order of 1700's preaching The Word of God he was teaching St. Gerard Majella's contribution Miracles of his bilocation Attributed quotes of his released "Only God can give peace" Alas, St. Gerard's death has come Here the will of God is done — Susan Marie Davniero St. Helen's Heart (Dedicated to my Mother, Helen Fischetti) Empress Mother of St. Constantine With faithful grace so pristine Awaken converted to Christianity Merciful gifts of charity Church founded by her hand Home on the sacred Holy Land Tomb of the Lord came across Miracles flow from the Holy Cross Forever framed with Cross by art August 18 Feast Day embark Honoring St. Helen's heart — Susan Marie Davniero Palm SundayGospel Matthew 26:14-27:66 (Poem Dedicated to Lent) Celebrate the Passover spread Feast of unleavened bread “My appointed time draws near” Jesus said One will betray me as Scriptures read Blessed is the Holy Trinity Behold our divine history “Take and eat, for this is my body” He took a cup, “Drink from it… This is my Blood of Covenant” The kiss of sinner concede to deliver Blessed Jesus to the unbeliever Alas, mere thirty pieces of silver Paid to Judas disloyal giver Seeing Jesus condemn after Judas sulks remorseful betrayer “I have sinned in betraying…” thereafter Hanged himself in Field of Blood hereafter “Hail King of Jews!” they cried “Let him be crucified!” Death of Jesus miraculously defy Rise the Son of God, Jesus is alive The Gospels of Matthew foretold Sacred Scriptures words of gold Glory to God, Son of Man behold The Greatest Story ever told — Susan Marie Davniero (April 13, 2014) 25th Renewal of Vows Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church Our 25th Wedding Anniversary (July 1, 1979 - 2004) It’s our marriage history When on July 1st we renew Our wedding vows saying “I do” At Our Lady of Perpetual Church Draw near to arrive we approach Blissfully we come and smile Holding hands to walk down the aisle Renewed commitment to each other After 25 years, we’re still together — Susan Marie Davniero (April 13, 2014) Dad, Sing Me a Song (In Memory of Gerard Fischetti) Dad, sing me a song Tell me how I belong To you, as a family Together in harmony Dad, sing me a song Tell me to sing along, Sing with me now and teach me how Dad, sing me a song Tell me about the days I long When you were big and strong before we parted and said so long — Susan Marie Davniero Laura, Teresa and Susan Swinging at Sheepshead Bay The Pendulum Swings From dawn to sunset brings The pendulum of life swings It was once upon a time Of swings and nursery rhythms Young girls at Sheepshead Park On the swings until it got dark Flying high chasing the clouds My childhood days allowed As I look back on yesterday The pendulum swings the other way By sweeping fallen leaves away I long to swing again today — Susan Marie Davniero Bob's Company Picnic Professional Artist Drawing  Let's Go Mets! Baseball season begins Cheering Mets onto win Bob and Susan at opening Day Let’s go Mets all the way Stadium fans cheer and roar Run the bases and score Teams in field line up by name To play the baseball game It’s a pitch and hit to home Under the stadium dome By a swing not allow The ball is toss to foul Suddenly Bob stands up tall Bob catches the foul ball His lucky catch took aim As the Mets won the game — Susan Marie Davniero Easter Bonnets Laura, Teresa and Susan — Susan Marie Davniero Easter Bonnets of Lace In their Easter Bonnets of lace Three darling sisters pose in place Bathe by the glow of sunlight Shining in Heaven's spotlight Together they stand dressed alike Fashions sewed by Mom in white Holding hands on bended arm Spin a circle of loving charm This is the day the Lord made Three sisters bowed and prayed Dressed in their Sunday best On this Easter Day, God Bless Bergen Point Beach Beach Awakes Mist of dew Morning anew Dawn breaking Winds shaking Running tide Under blue sky White sand lay Meets the bay Beach’s dock People flock Silence of day Taken away Morning breaks Beach awakes — Susan Marie Davniero Grandpa’s Roses(In Memory of Grandpa Joseph Cioffi) Sunshine awakens the birth Grandpa’s Roses from the earth As blush of colors bathe Grace the walking path Enchanting scene we behold As the rose buds unfold Bloom is Heaven sent Burst of sweet scent Giving Mother Nature’s kiss Splendor by garden’s bliss The seasons comes and goes Blossom of Grandpa’s Roses — Susan Marie Davniero Grandma Bridgit  and Grandpa Joseph Laura, Teresa and Susan  All Poetry Pink Chameleon Copyright by by Susan Marie Davniero Published Pink Chameleon Santa Pulls The Christmas Strings by Susan Marie Davniero I recall the Christmas morning of yesteryear when I was growing up. That morning my sisters and I hurried downstairs to our red and white checkered Christmas Stockings with our names in sparkles. In each, we found one puppet from the “Dennis the Menace” set. Happily by chance there were three puppets in the set — one for each of us. Maybe that was why Santa gave us the set of three, knowing that my parents always taught us to share and share alike.c Santa gave me the mother/ wife character puppet with blond hair wearing an apron, because Mom always told me I had a heart of gold, Santa gave my older sister, Teresa, the father puppet for she was the older sister, and my twin sister, Laura, received the star puppet — Dennis the little rascal running around town — much like Laura’s high spirit. But who knew that I would grow up to be a wife; Teresa would wear glasses and Laura would grow up to marry a man named, Dennis, a little rascal of his own — yet this time she didn’t pull the strings. c Apparently Santa knew and pulls the strings on Christmas. Santa knows best after all. Santa Pulls The Christmas Strings It was a Christmas morning of yesterday v When our stockings hung on the stairway My sisters and I hurried down the stairs To find our Christmas stocking gifts there Santa came and gave my sisters and me, Puppets from ‘Dennis the Menace’ family Santa gave me the wife with blond tresses Teresa unwrapped the Dad puppet wearing glasses Laura’s gift was Dennis the child of the three. ‘Tis all came to be our Christmas destiny For one day I grew up to become a wife, Teresa wore glasses most of her life, and Laura fell in love with and wed, to a man named Dennis united. This is a memory that Christmas brings When Santa pulled the Christmas strings — Susan Marie Davniero Copyright by Susan Marie Davniero My Rock and Roll Days Published The Pink Chameleon by Susan Marie Davniero I remember my rock n roll days listening to records spinning on a turntable. I scattered records all over the floor by the plywood phonograph. It seems my life through the ages has always spun like a phonograph record. I remember how it all started with the first single Dad brought home to his three pre-teen daughters, the summer hit novelty song of 1960, She Wore an Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. By the year 1965, as teenagers, we moved to Massapequa, Long Island, where I grew to love records even more. I decided to buy with my allowance a Beatles Hard Day’s Night album that I had sung along with the movie at the drive-in. I took the public bus with my friend, Mary, to Bar Harbor Shopping, but when I reached Grants Department Store, the clerk told me the album had sold out. Reluctantly I selected another Beatles album that was just released, Rubber Soul, because the Beatles looked cute on the cover. When I overheard Dad singing from the basement where he was working crooning along to Rubber Soul songs; It’s Only Love, Norwegian Wood, and I’m Looking Through You, I came to love the album and didn’t regret the substitution after all. Becoming young women during early 70’s, my twin sister and I did our calisthenics’ exercises rolling around on the floor to the beat of spinning record hits of the day such as Young Girl, This Guys In love with You, Spooky, and Girl Watcher as motivation to keep in shape. Doing knee bends, jumping jacks, and toe touching was fun moving to the beat. Another blast from the past was my new car radio. When I drove my first car, Chevy Vega, the music blasted from the FM/AM Radio and I sang along driving down Sunrise Highway to songs like I am Woman, sung by Helen Reddy. I still have the "45" record today and I’m still singing along. Records continued to influence my life. When I became engaged to my soon-to-be husband, Bob Davniero, my mother searched for and bought the oldie hit, Bobbie’s Girl. I have the "45" today among my record collection stored under the bed in a circular case. Today, my husband’s record albums, such as those of Jimmy Hendrix, and my albums, like Carole King's Tapestry, are stored together under a record player stereo that Bob's mother gave us at our wedding shower over 30 years ago. It still works and so does our marriage. While we planned our formal wedding, Bob chose as our wedding song, an Elvis ballad The Wonder of You that we had heard on the radio. Of course I still have the record. Our lives together are forever spinning around like a record – sometimes our life is a hit and other times there’s the flip side – but we just keep on playing along, singing our song. I find the music lives on — the songs from the records I didn’t forget. The party isn’t over yet. The beat goes on… Copyright by Susan Marie Davniero





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Roses to Remember Bouquets throughout the years When beautiful roses appears Love blooms of romancing beaus When giving me a single red rose Dad's rose garden a show place Grandpa's roses array on terrace Art class rose drawing design by ink Template etching the floral imprint Heaven sent of white roses grace Floral bed for Mother's final resting place Blossoms one's born days of splendor All my life are roses to remember — Susan Marie Davniero
EASTER LILY Easter had seen Burst of green In garden's room White lily blooms Pure as white Point of light To grace the way This Easter Day Awakens spring Hear Angels sing Each Easter gives Behold, Jesus lives — Susan Marie Davniero

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Easter Poem - The Greatest Story Ever Told

At the Last Supper spread The Fest of unleavened bread "My appointed time draws near" Jesus said One will betray me as Scriptures read Blessed is the Holy Trinity Behold our divine history "Take and eat, for this is my body" He took a cup, "Drink from it" This is my Blood of Covenant? The kiss of sinner concede to deliver Blessed Jesus to the unbeliever Alas, mere thirty pieces of silver Paid to Judas disloyal giver "ail King of Jews!?" they cried "Let him be crucified!? Death of Jesus miraculously defy Rise the Son of God, Jesus is alive The Gospels of Mathew foretold Sacred Scriptures words of gold Glory to God, Son of Man behold The Greatest Story ever told — Susan Marie Davniero God's Valentine of Love          Valentine's Day so divine It's God's Valentine Our gift of life is adored Belongs to the Holy Lord We have the love to give For He gave us everything Sent by the heavens above God's Valentine of love — Susan Marie Davniero Yesterday's Valentine Day (Dedicated to Gerard Fischetti) by Susan Marie Davniero Yesterday's Valentine Day was back at a time with my little girl's ways. It was my Valentine's Day start - my first sweetheart. He was handsome and charming and would give me a heart-shaped box of candy. The candy heart box was small to fit a little girl's size in sweet tones of pastel pink with red roses trim. "Sweets to the sweet" he would say. But my Valentine beau had another love, too. Although I knew in my heart that my Valentine would always love me my entire life, he loved my mother too, for she was his wife. You see, my first Valentine sweetheart was my Daddy, Gerard Fischetti. Dad loved us both. He had enough love to share, so I didn't mind. After all, I loved Mom, too. My heart would always belong to Daddy, as the song lyrics say. Yet, growing up my boyfriend came to play the part for my Valentine sweetheart. Although my boyfriends gave me candy, none tasted as good as the candy from Daddy. Besides, by that time I was watching my figure counting candy calories, not eating as many, for I wanted my boyfriends to watch my figure, too. Gone may be the days of yesterday's Valentine's Day, but I am happy for today's Valentine's Day love is my handsome husband, Bob, my only Valentine sweetheart happily ever after. As time goes by yesterday's Valentine's Day and I part. Alas, I am left with a broken heart when I recall the day my first Valentine, my Dad, passed away. Yesterday's Valentine's Day will always hold a special place in my heart for love never dies and Valentine's Day survives. Yesterday's Valentine Day (Dedicated to Gerard Fischetti) My first Valentine Back at a time With a little girl's way Yesterday's Valentine Day A Valentine start My first sweetheart He was handsome and strong My heart will always belong Yesterday's Valentine part Left me with a broken heart Remembering the day My Dad passed away — Susan Marie Davniero The Wonder of You Anniversary Dance Suddenly the music turns on Playing our wedding song A moment in time adrift Falling into rhythmic fit Undying love is the melody For my husband and me Singing with the band He says, "take my hand" Music and heart beats blend We’re dancing to the end The harmony tunes scores Leaving the dance floor Hand in hand together The music plays on forever — Susan Marie Davniero Finding Jesus It’s the Christmas season There is no rhyme or reason Advent’s fourth Sunday It happened on that day Church Bambinelli Blessing Nativity manger of Baby Jesus Bring to mass from your Nativity Baby Jesus of divinity Endless searching no avail To find Baby Jesus failed Upon awakening that day The Holy Spirit led the way Compelled to search again A closet clutter within Suddenly on the floor there Baby Jesus in manager appeared At church the people amassed Before the altar at the Mass The Priest blessed the Holy figurines It felt so peaceful and serene It was Advent's Fourth Sunday It happened on that morn' I found Jesus My gift For Christmas Day — Susan Marie Davniero Journey Through My Shoes by Susan Marie Davniero My life has been a shoe-in on the path of life. Walk this walk. It all began when I was learning to walk in my first baby shoes. As I stepped out of them growing up, Mom had one of the baby shoes bronzed. Today, it's a heavyweight, standing guard as a doorstop for a stubborn closet door that won't stay closed. I learned to lace up my white Ked rubber sole sneakers Mom brought at Grants Department Store.  As a little girl I walked proudly on Easter Sunday, showing off my shiny black patent leather new shoes worn with white lace trim ankle socks. I took the steps to learn in brown collegiate school penny saver loafers that never seemed to have a penny in the flap. When it rained, my sisters and I would mosey over to our hall closet for our red plastic galoshes that always seemed too big, but our feet did stay dry nevertheless.  Summertime was the time for flip-flops decked out for the beach; the flip-flops seemed to separate my big toe from the rest. I worried my feet would stay that way. As I grew older, I changed summer shoes to leather sandals to match  leather shoulder-length pocketbook, in pace with teens clique When I started dating and striding to appear taller, I hiked up my inches wearing platform shoes. I could then lookup to all the tall guys that asked me out. It seemed platform shoes fit my walking style, but spike heels lost me my composure. I even wore my white platform shoes marching up the aisle on my wedding day, as an alternative for the more appropriate fancy high heels,  fearful I would fall as I walked down the aisle. The wedding gown hid the platform shoes, except when I stepped from the limo, reaching for my Dad's hand as we prepared to walk down the aisle.  Platforms may have fallen out of style, but my marriage remains in place. Years later, my wedding platforms don't walk anywhere, stored in the back of my bedroom closet  The shoes of one's past tell the story of one's life — if only the tongue of the shoe could really talk. Our footprints during our journey through life leave an imprint of where we have been to where we are going. Yet, with or without shoes, even barefoot, we never walk alone. - Copyright The Lord said that once I decided to follow Him, He'd walk with me all the way. But I mentioned noticing that during the most troublesome times in my life, there was only one set of footprints. The Lord replied, "During your times of trial and suffering, when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you." Look Ma, No TV By Susan Marie Davniero I found that turning off TV is a healthy lifestyle — I know because I'm living it. Yet, this time, the choice was not mine. By chance, during our home improvements, my husband and I moved out temporarily while my kitchen was renovated. We didn't take the cable TV box with us deciding against it, as disconnecting and installing elsewhere could result in loss of our special plan. Without cable hookup, no TV works, so for the time being, we live without a TV. Living without a TV is the new normal for us and reminds us this is not our home. We will be backing home soon enough, but during this time our life has changed channels, so to speak. My hubby's not loving it, as Bob is a big sports fan missing his Mets ballgames. It seems radio days are here again, when my husband and I turn on our radio's favorite stations; FAM Sports, WHLI AM, 1010 News and Family Radio.  Reading newspapers, books and doing crossword puzzles has become our leisure. And conversation has turned up its volume as we talk more. Shutting off the TV has become a blessing in disguise. I was a TV junkie, living by my kitchen TV, cooking and eating while watching TV, and losing sleep. The TV blocked my energy to be free to live life to the fullest. Life is not a spectator sport. Without wasting time in front of TV spacing out, I have found time in my day to get everything done; family, computer, reading, balancing checkbook, chores, hobby writing and drawing, shopping, church, library, fairs and all the summer fun! For me, TV watching is like chocolate cake — it's something that I once enjoyed that I don't enjoy anymore. It was too much of a good thing that stole my time. No more a TV junkie. TV doesn't own me anymore. And my husband is no longer a couch potato. We're both in better shape and growing closer with this time together. It's a new world. Life is not a spectator sport. I learned to live life, not watch it. Essentially, turning off the TV, turned into a better, healthier lifestyle for me.- Copyright TERESAM.FISCHETTI SMITH4/17/52 - 12/30/15 In Loving Memory  Loving Wife, Daughter, and Sister You are in our prayers Love, Susan and Robert Laura and Dennis Goodbye Teresa My sister, Teresa, died And suddenly I cried Blinded by life's foresight Of God's given death right Like a thief in the night Teresa's name on a sympathy card Obituary death notices hits hard Painful grief is not ignored Cuts a wound leaving a sore A pain I never felt before Loving in life is but a lie For real love arrives When a loved one dies As life and death collide A mystery only God knows why My sister, Teresa, goodbye  — Susan Marie Davniero Teresa's Things Teresa'sthings are there Memories are everywhere Proudly sits an antique chair Beside a heirloom chest of wares Dresser draws unpacked and bare Closet clothes no longer to wear Unlock jewelry box of treasure fare Loving wedding rings are spared Computer screen of dark software Singer Sewing machine threadbare Tool chest left for home repair Ship-shape tidy the fishing gear Souvenirs and mementos tear At my heart in parting prayer Please handle with care Teresa's things When she lived there Happy Birthday Kiss Remember birthdays of the past Memories of childhood last As little girls it begins Birthday wishes from the twins To give their older sis Happy birthday kiss Years bring many birthdays Sisters part separate ways Today birthdays may remain Yet are just not the same Birthday wishes miss Happy birthday kiss —Susan Marie Davniero Teresa (to the tune of Mother) T is for the times I changed your diaper E is for the eating that you do R is for the reason for your crying E is for the energy in you S is for the answer to our prayers Put them All together it's TERESA My daughter who I give loving care  — Helen Teresa Fischetti + Teresa's Mother Submitted by daughter, Susan Davniero Douglas Smith preceded Teresa in passing over. They are now together again. God resttheir dear souls. Copyright by SusanMarie Davniero and Helen Teresa Fischetti

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