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SUSAN JOHNSTON OWEN-JAZZ / SITE OWNER/MUSICIAN, WRITER,ARTIST, ELEMENTARY AND SPECIAL EDUCATION TEACHER (RETIRED)
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The Very Thought of You by Susan Johnston Owen
My parent's song- They were married on Christmas Day.
Daddy was sent off to war. Their's was a true
love story. No cell phones or video cameras, just the wish for any
news at all.
Every day, some days, once in awhile,
the entirety too complex, intricate
Finally after watching, praying, dreaming
help me to wade through what is good,
pushing me to ignore some words spoken which
capture happiness whenever possible, knowing
WITHOUT ART , MUSIC, WRITING AND DANCE MY SOUL WOULD WITHER AND DIE.
My Santa Claus Will Never Be Gone
Daddy left us when my years were still too short.
They called him Santa Claus; the heart of gold.
Sometimes I wonder why he was taken so soon,
Then like on the TV I turn to see him smile,
knowing he instilled his heart in me,
suddenly I’m inspired.
I don’t remember, but they say it’s true,
He was dressed as Santa when I was two.
Sat on his lap and looked at his eyes,
I said, “Hi Daddy”, what a surprise.
He let out a chuckle, the others did laugh,
Cause he’ll always be MY Santa,
You never need ask.
Susan Johnston Owen
OF COURSE I JUMPED DOWN/ YES, I WAS A BLONDE
ME-THE BABY OF THE FAMILY
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl,
but it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart… filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever.
My Parents on their wedding day
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