Susan K. Call

Powkantan Point, Ohio, USA

Maiden name Susan K. RosatiBorn 10-10-51 in Morgan Town W.Va.Married name Susan K. CallMarried April 21, 1973Children's Writing Certificate of Merit 1989Awarded Royal Proclamation of Hutt River Australia July 5, 1995International Society of Poets 1996Editor's choice Award2 daughters Emily Loin June 15, 1974 Kay Loin Sept 3, 1977Pen name Susan P. ScallPart time hobby - paintingVIP#PO784942

Advice

When I was a young girl, I dreamed of marriage
I dreamed of pushing a pink or blue baby cariage.
I dreamed of all the things I thought I should be.
I made romantic picnic under a maple tree.
I tried to please with shirt to shoot,
And a wink of an eye was my favorite sport.
All mother's back then dreamed of their daughter's wedding.
It was like a cover up with too much heading.
All you need is a man to take care of you,
Someone to make the living and to always be true.
It sounds like a good plan to me.
So, I took the ring of the bride to be.
I was married and gave away my life.
I never expected so much strife.
I thought taking care of a family would be easy too.
If that was so, why did I always feel tired and blue.
Listen sweet daughter, listen to me.
Forget that picnic under a tree.
The gray in my hair and the lines under my eyes,
Tell me girl you are in for a big surprise.

One

Some people believe all people are one.
We share the earth plants and sun.
All the people came from their mother.
In one way or another we are all brothers.
Our minds work hard, day and night.
And even a blind eye can see light.
We all dream of wealth and romatic love making.
Body against body tough and shaking.
When we are sad, we will weep
Every one dreams in their sleep.
Do you know what we do last?
We think about everything we have done in our past.
We are all one when we die.
We lay on our lack and we face the sky.
Think about this when you hate.
How can a nobody poet change our fate.

People Who Give

Someone gave us a cow, who would have given us milk
But he didn't know how.
And they gave us some homemade bread, but we couldn't lift it, it was lead.
They gave us a wonderful fur coat when I smelled it
I knew it was made of goat.
The diamond ring that was on my hand was made from the finest glass in the land.
The drinking cup that sets on the three legged table came from the royal stable.
They said that this would bring us good luck.
But the two left shoes that are my feet was the prize that can't be beat.
A man once gave us some land, the land was quick sand.
A women gave us a horse, lamb of course
Don't take from the people who like to give.
Life is too short and you what to live.