Thursday, March 1, 2018

What's the Remedy?

The following poem needs no explanation.  It's a true accounting of everything that took place last Friday morning.  If anyone has a theory as to why this happened, please let me know.  I go for further testing next week and am hoping that I will get some answers.  I pray that I don't ever have a repeat performance!


I never thought this word would cause such fear & trepidation.
I never thought each step I took might bring a complication.
And, oh, it brings back memories of days when my own mother
Would somehow find a way to fall, what was the cause, I wondered.

But now it’s me who's falling like I did the other day.
I climbed the basement stairs and then, fell backward all the way
And landed at the bottom where the floor, it made me stop,
Bewildered why I fell at all, had almost reached the top.

I do remember falling and to myself, I said, “Oh, shit!”
Those words they would reverberate while falling, that was it.
I don't remember landing, just that I made a thud,
And wondered just what product I would use to clean that blood.

I don't know how my husband walked me slowly up each stair…
Got on my coat and to the car, just how he got me there.
I kept on asking what had happened and where we were going,
And each time he explained to me the things I should be knowing.

I do recall emergency, the lights, but little else.
I don't remember ex-rays, scans, felt I was by myself.
I guess that’s further proof that I had I suffered a concussion.
The signs and symptoms are clear-cut, an obvious deduction.

I do recall a rigid brace that kept my head from moving.
It kept on rubbing on my wound, believe me, NOT amusing.
But when they finished all my tests, were sure that I was fine,
The brace was gone, relief was sweet and happiness was mine!

My head wound was at last addressed and closed up with some staples,
And I was free, the worse for wear and with Frank's arm enabled…
To go back home complete with sling, so tender but not broken.
But still, I felt through all of it that I was in slow motion.

Now these events they all took place last Friday in the morning.
The question is just why I fell, it took place without warning.
That bothers me, of course, but even more no memory…
Of all the things that happened, tell me what’s the remedy?

Monday, February 26, 2018

It's His 70th Year

My husband is about 2 1/2 years younger than me and I've been waiting for him to finally catch up with me.  So, today is his 70th birthday and I'm happy to finally say, "we're in our 70's."  The following poem is his birthday poem.

by Patty Lynn

You've finally reached the pinnacle, the pinnacle of age.
At last you’ve joined the 70's, you know how long I've raged…
For you to join me here, I've raged, with me, to share my plight,
An oldster just like me you are, yes, youth is “outta sight”…

Because it's so far back, you see, but can you see, now can you?
Yeah, gone the days it all was clear, no matter what the venue.
But don't lose heart ‘cause you & I, we're in this place together,
Through rain or shine I'm yours, you’re mine, regardless of the weather.

And you'll adjust, what choice have you, the 70's are great!
You stayed there in the 60's for so long but couldn't wait…
To be among the peeps like me, who have this marvelous view.
You know, the view of which I speak, the forward looks for you…

‘Cause this one is a shorter one, yes, forward, that’s the way,
A shorter distance on this side, complete with hair of gray.
But you’ve had that part covered, and for some time you've been...
Aware of how time’s slower now and not like way back when…

There never was enough time to do the things you wanted
And tasks were hard to do in time and often you felt daunted.
But now your time’s in surplus and what seems hard to do
Is just because you're old now, you're not expected to…

Accomplish what you used to do, forgotten are the methods.
Besides we're different, we're excused from doing what's expected.
The two of us still do our best, but tire easily.
But that’s OK, it’s our new way, we do things leisurely.

So, Happy Birthday, Sweetheart Frank, I'm glad you’ve joined me here.
We BOTH are in our 70's but, please, don't you shed a tear.
The years ahead will still be good with limitations, sure,
Just face the facts, old age it lacks, but, honey, there's no cure.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


It's been so long since I've written a blog post, that I ask you to indulge me one
more time with this rather silly poem.  It's at least something.  As a very wise person said, "Something is better than nothing."  WOAH! That sure is deep!  This little poem is just that, it's, well, better than nothing.

By Patty Lynn

I think it’s just despicable no poems of mine I've posted.
I haven't felt the urge to write, but still I haven't coasted,
Because I've had occasion to write poems for special people,
A wedding and a baby's birth, those things, they make me gleeful.

And since those poems were written for some special friends of mine,
I don't feel it appropriate to share them and combine…
Those poems with this my blog, you see, so this one's independent.
I know, if it was my poem shared like that, I'd be offended.

So now I've got to pick a theme and write a little ditty,
A subject you'd find interesting with rhymes that are so pretty.
I’d wow you ‘cause you'll never find another one that’s like it.
You'd say I really hit the mark and that you can't deny it!

I guess I better start my poem, in short, I'd best get started...
Before you think I'm stalling here, my good intentions thwarted.
I know it’s been a little while since I have been inspired
But rest assured that rusty me will do what is required.

It doesn't matter if it's been a week, 6 months, a year.
Before you know it I'll have made it so completely clear...
That I possess the kind of gift that's always at the ready…
To take the stage, is all the rage, my writing talent’s steady.

And you will see the majesty with which I write my poems
That makes you say there’s few like me whose work, it stands alone.
But here I am, write more, I can, but space is surely lacking.
I've filled the page, I'll disengage, in short, this poem's sent packing.


Wednesday, November 29, 2017


Doesn't it seem that a technology UPDATE is almost a daily occurance, especially if you have more than one device?  I know that every time I get the update warning, I mean alert, first, I dread the thought and then I'm asked when I prefer the update to be performed.  Funny, that never is not one of my choices.
Maybe you don't feel the same as I do but, I swear, every time an update occurs, everything changes. The last one totally changed everything and I can't retrieve my long lost triumphs because I can't remember how I did what I did.  Well,  let's put it this way, another UPDATE is on the horizon & the saga continues.

By Patty Lynn

You'd think when you hear “UPDATE", it's quite a special thing,
Much like such words as “much improved”, it has a has a lovely ring…
That conjures up a positive, a confident improvement.
But then what comes is nothing grand, it's called your disillusement...

And yet it's part and parcel of technology’s good intentions.
Or are they really good for you, their motives I would question…
Because, my friend, let's face the facts, your “update" is a headache
You have no choice, it has to be, a pain it is, for gosh sakes.

They tell you that your life will be so much, so much the better,
This UPDATE will improve your life, you'll live your life unfettered.
But really they have changed the things I painstakingly arranged
And now when I just open things the whole thing now is changed!

A year ago I figured out the way to add a photo,
For you so easy but for me like scoring on a free throw.
I couldn't even tell you all the steps it took to do it.
(That's why I was upset that my new UPDATE made me lose it.)

I wish that I could just forgo the UPDATE altogether,
Leave well enough alone and merely stay the same forever.
But I know that it's just that way, technology's always changing.
You finally have things like you want then an UPDATE rearranges…

Eliminates, replaces everything you’ve worked till perfect
And now you're stuck, yes, this is it, prepare to have it so wrecked!
For now I'm done and I give up, the UPDATE syndrome wins.
Just mark my words, before too long a new UPDATE begins.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017


Tonight's blog concerns itself with aging, something we all have to face, some of us earlier than others. Let me preface the poem by saying it's a bit "tongue in cheek".  It is true that until recently I was often mistaken for someone much younger but then again, perhaps, I've been easily duped or succumbed to blatant flattery. Regardless, it made for a fun poem.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

By Patty Lynn

I’ve never really noticed, or should I say, examined…
In detail my reflection, or, should I say, imagined…
Exactly how my aging has altered my appearance
Or given any thought to my old age, yes, I was fearless.

But part of that was due to my good genes, so I’ve been told,
When age came up I shared my age and prefaced I was old,
And usually, I’d get a quick response and then surprise…
With more elaboration like, “We can’t believe our eyes!”

But suddenly the whole thing changed, the day had finally come.
No more the shocked observer who confirms that everyone…
Cannot believe the age I give, no more are they aghast...
To find I’m older than I look, alas, that day has passed.

Though it’s a big adjustment, I confess, I, too, concur...
And just this past week I was shocked, it really caused a stir.
Who was that staring back at me in that ill-placed reflection,
That unexpected visor mirror turned in the wrong direction?

What was the thought that crossed my mind when catching that brief glimpse?
It’s hard to see just what I saw, that image made me wince.
But there it was, was no mistake, for what I saw was this-
A wrinkled face I’d never seen, my image seemed amiss!

But as I said, there’s no mistake, my image now brings tears.
This lady who once looked to be much younger than her years…
Must face the facts, down to brass tacks, I’m all of 72!
It sure was nice with years on ice but now that game through.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017


So last Sunday, a Sunday like all the rest, or so it seemed and then it happened.  I suddenly felt out of sorts, it's happened about twice a year, my stomach feels queezy, I brake out in a cold sweat and, as luck would have it, Frank was out of the house walking the dog and I felt like I had to get to the bathroom.  The way there seems fuzzy and, in fact, when I got to the doorway of the bathroom, I just simply passed out and fell forward onto the bathroom floor and there I lay until Frank returned.

He could see that I was hurt.  I was bleeding all over the floor and all I needed (I thought that was all)
was the little green cushion I needed to kneel and get up.  And Frank says, "We've got to go to the ER!"  But I said, "Why?"  I just hit my head a little, at least that's what I thought.  And then I looked in the mirror.  I had a 4-inch gash in my chin, a bump on my head, and, let's put it like this, I knew he was right.

So that's where we went and fortunately, it was pretty dead so we didn't have to wait long.  The doc was really nice and said it was pretty common and that there was nothing I could do to prevent this and it just happens when your blood pressure bottoms out.  I expected stitches but, as usual, I'm in the dark ages.  They don't use stitches anymore, they use glue.  So I was glued and released and, well, it looks worse than it is but if I attach a picture to this blog, it would really gross you out.  So that was the inspiration for tonight's blog.

By Patty Lynn

I have a purple jacket for Spring and for the Fall,
But never has it matched my face, at least I can’t recall…
A time when I have born the scars of such a tragic spill,
And though my memory’s not the best, this fall, it never will…

Be long forgotten, stands alone, it’s one that’s for the books.
In fact, when in my present state, poor Frank gets dirty looks.
For, yes, it looks like I’m abused, looks like I took a punch,
But rest assured, that’s just absurd, though wish I could expunge…

This episode, I wasn’t owed, nor should a soul go through it.
And yet it happened, who knows why, my pressure chose to do it.
The doc, he said, “We don’t know why, it happens to some people,
I’d like to say it happens once and there won’t be a sequel…

But chances are it’s bound to be a re-occurring challenge.
So when it happens you’ve found out, stay low to keep your balance.
That way you can’t fall down and then you’ll simply ride right through it.
Your BP, if it bottoms out, there’s really nothing’s to it.”

Not reassuring, that’s for sure, looks like I’m stuck with this.
Just hope and pray, that’s days away, wish I could just dismiss this...
As only something I will have for one and one time only,
Say, wouldn’t it be nice if all I had to do was slowly…

Wake up each morning, slowly stretch and rise to start the day,
And know beyond a single doubt this thing had gone away?
But that’s not how things work and we’re just victims of the random,
And when things happen as this did we cannot call a stand-in.

Just think how Sunday I woke up, the day seemed like the rest,
An ordinary day it was for all I knew the best…
Of all the days I’d ever had, a day like I’d elect,

My BP drops, I fall down hard with vasovagal effect.

Friday, October 13, 2017


A week ago today I turned the ripe old age of 72, yay!!!  In truth I still can't wrap my head around it, just because I'm young enough to remember in my younger days, 72 seemed really old.  But as a wise women once said, " It is what it is." And that's the truth.  We can't change it so we might as well embrace it.  Besides I'm still around watching my children raise their children and I get to enjoy the best role I've ever had, Grandma.

But I still try to keep up appearances. I don't do the nightly regimen of wrinkle creams and age spot lighteners hoping to still grasp the skin of my youth but, I have always been of a mind never to leave the house without wearing at least some makeup.

I have always spent a lot of time on my eyebrows and, for whatever reason, I just wasn't born with tails on my eyebrows. Only recently have I noticed that the front portion of my eyebrows is balding! Consequently, I spend between 15 -25 minutes reconstructing the whole of my eyebrows, trying to make tiny hairlike strokes, so as to not look like I have 2 caterpillars crossing from one side of my forehead to the other.

Which brings me to tonight's blog and the birthday surprise?

By Patty Lynn

I know you’ve heard the phrase that goes “the gift that keeps on giving,”
But that was never truer than my gift, and I’m not kidding.
I never could have guessed this gift, it caught me unawares,
And while I just wait for it, I’ve got to say, I'm scared.

What could it be you wonder, I hope you’re sitting down,
For when I tell you what it is your jaw will hit the ground.
But I think that I’ll wait a bit to tell you what it is.
Just to imagine such a thing, one passing thought I’d give.

So there before me was my gift, I can’t believe my eyes.
I never thought I’d get this gift, this utter, grand surprise!
I’m sure, like me, you’d stare and stare then read the short description…
And ask yourself, if this could be, now was it fact or fiction?

But though you’re in a state of shock you think that it’s terrific,?
(I hear you thinking to yourself, “Hey, Pat, please be specific.”)
I’m wond’ring if my eyes deceive, I really can’t believe it.
I see it there in black and white, but I still can’t conceive it...

That something I had entertained, if only for an instant,
Was staring there right back at me, my shock, it was insistent.
What is this that you’ve opened here, come on now, Pat just tell us,
Enough now, stop your teasing, from all this drama spell us.

OK, I’ll tell you what it is because you’d never guess it
I do so love a “guessing game,” OK, I must confess it.
Yes, I’ll tell you about my gift, it simply is terrific.
A gift that was particular, for “ME”;  it was specific.

You might not know my eyebrows are a problem ‘cuz they’re thinning,
So trying to construct each one I start from the beginning,
First shaping, tracing, filling in, with hairline strokes to finish.
The time to do this, it’s a lot, try 15, 20 minutes.

And so my gift gives back my time, it’s EYEBROWS that are permanent,
Done by an artist who is skilled, I’m thrilled in the affirmative!
Her work speaks for itself, can’t wait to be a client
I’m anxious to lie still and be just quietly compliant.