P*O*E*M*A

By Susan Jean Montaperto

Poema is an ancient Greek noun that means workmanship. It is literally a creation or thing made. We equate workmanship with physical labor to produce a tangible item that may be seen and touched, for example, a well-made violin, a portrait, or even an antique car. The craftsmanship that was put into Stradivarius, Da Vinci, or Rolls-Royce is still self-evident today centuries after the various artisans completed their works. They are still valued today because of the high degree of workmanship used to create them.

Therefore, I thought it was entirely appropriate to call my written collection of poems Poema. They comprise over a quarter of a century of my using words to creatively express thoughts, musings, and memories; to catch a moment in time; to make use of words to express lifes moments, joys, frustrations, and even moments of humor.

This is my workmanship in words, detailing my life as a wife, mother, daughter, and Evangelical Christian.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them (Ephesians 2:10, King James Version).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524588168

Susan Jean Montaperto

Susan Jean Montaperto was born over fifty years ago, in Burns, Oregon, the only daughter and youngest of three children. Her father was in Computer Field Service, which meant frequent moving. When she was nine years old, her family relocated to Hillsborough, New Jersey. Montaperto is a poet, an Evangelical Christian happily married for twenty years-five years. She loves being a stay-at-home mother, stepmother and stepgrandmother as well as being an active member of her church. She enjoys gardening, reading mysteries, cooking, raising Heritage Chickens, all the while living in Northwestern New Jersey with her husband, daughter, three cats and ever growing and changing backyard chicken flock and one very active puppy.

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Copyright © 2017 by Susan Jean Montaperto.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5245-8817-5

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Rev. date: 09/06/2017

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DEDICATION

Many thanks to my mother who encouraged me to finally put this book together.

To my husband and daughter who graciously endured the times of writing and the final assembly.

And to my mother-in-law who encouraged me to persevere through the corrections.

Susan Jean Montaperto

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Many thanks to my extended family for enduring all my poetic emails and requests for opinions, as well as Beverly Dugle, Bernard & Punam Ibrahim, Steve & Vernice Slader.

To Alexandra, Christopher, Dad, David, Ellissa, Emma, Jessica, Katie, Laura, Maggie, Matthew, Patricia, Richard and Tricia who all have graciously allowed the continued use of their names in the following poetic works.

Nancy Hartley for her clear insight in editing and recommendations, as well as her many stories. And lastly, the online community of Faithwriters. Thank you all for your love, prayers and forthright opinions.

CONTENTS

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

CHILDHOOD & ON UP!!!

THERE IS A TODDLER IN MY HOUSE

JESSICA’S FLIGHTS

SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN

LEAD

POCKETS TO PURSES

FOR THERE IS A TEENAGER IN MY HOUSE

IT’S ONLY JUST A MEDAL

FAMILY

GARDENING NOTES

MATER, MOTHER, MOM

TO MY CHILDREN

A L P H A

MY FATHER’S BANDANA

TO A FATHER, WHO IS NOT MY FATHER

AREN’T FATHERS SUPPOSED TO LIVE FOREVER?

KEEPING THE HOME

STAFF OF LIFE

PURELY POULTRY

MISS AMY

TWO PAWS POPPED OUT

THE YELLOW LION’S HORDE

MARRIAGE

ON THE FIRST MARRIAGE

DEL PRIMER MATRIMONIO

END OF SUMMER BRIDAL TUSSIE MUSSIE

ON THE NIGHT THAT WE MET

TO RICHARD, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

MUSINGS

TO WRITE OR NOT TO WRITE

OF BOOKS & DREAMS

ASK AND BE HEARD

PROGRESS?

THE EDITOR

IN REMEMBRANCE

BY THESE THINGS

SPEAKING 1, 2, 3, 4…

OVER AND OVER…

NATURE

CAROLE OF THE PINES

IRIS

RHYMES WITH…

NEW DAY

PRAISES

ON SAVORING GRACE

ROYALTY’S COLOR

SABBATH

CHRIST’S COMFORT

TO ENTER IN

SEASONS

HEAT!!!

SUMMER VS. SPRING

FREEFALL

WHITE RAIN?

OBSERVING SIGHT

A GOLDEN COLOR

IT’S A COLORFUL WORLD!

SNAPSHOT OF THE SEASONS

CHILDHOOD & ON UP!!!

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THERE IS A TODDLER IN MY HOUSE IN MANY COLORS BRIGHT!

There is a toddler in my house

in many colors bright!

Hair the color of late morning sun

eyes of morning glory blue,

lips of deepest rose.

She wakens with the morning sun

and does not fade until

evening’s final light

courses across the heavens.

There is a toddler in my house

in many colors bright!

Equipped with feet

that fly and fingers that snatch—

grasping, spinning, twirling, scratching,

falling, kissing, holding and hugging

a cacophony of sound and

movement that seemingly

never ends.

There is a toddler in my house

in many colors bright!

A blur, a glimpse of light,

is it a distant crash or only

thunder resounding

from the highest height?

There is a toddler in my house

in many colors bright!

Rainbow hued scrawls vibrating,

gyrating and careening on walls

at all hours of day and night.

There is a toddler in my house

in many colors bright!

Letters of wood, paper and plastic—

ensconced anywhere,

being tuned everywhere,

their melody daunting,

their numbers