Wednesday, February 25, 2009


The last blog concerned itself with a little girl name Susie and her monster in the closet. This next child is afraid of EVERYTHING. Know anybody like that? Hopefully not. Anyway, this is the story of one fearful little boy and the friend that helps him conquer his fears and realize what he's missing.

By Patty Lynn

Now, I know a boy who’s afraid of the dark
And he gets a chill when he hears a dog bark.
He’s scared of the wind as it blows through the trees,
And thunder and lightning brings him down on his knees.

Whenever he walks down the sidewalk and back
He’s careful that he never walks on a crack.
He says that his grandma’s a house full of ghosts,
That howl really loud, are headless and gross.

He won’t walk right under a ladder, that’s true,
And black cats, he’ll tell you, are really taboo.
He says there are monsters that live ‘neath his bed,
And goblins, not sugarplums, dance in his head.

He quakes at the sound of my back door that squeaks,
He hates little birds, he’s afraid of their beaks.
He washes his hands lots of times, ‘cause of germs,
Says he’ll never go fishing, he’s afraid of the worms.

Last summer he came with us up to the lake,
But wouldn’t go swimming, said his tummy would ache,
If he happened to go right after a meal
Besides he was sure that he saw an eel.

I told him that’s silly, there aren’t any eels,
Just minnows and seaweed that tickles your heels
But he was convinced that all that made him scared
“I’ll never go in there!” he loudly declared.

I said that you’re missing so much that is fun,
By being the scaredy-cat, terrified one.
Now, that made him think for a moment and then
He said, Yeah, you are right, I just don’t know when…

I started to feel so afraid all the time,
Missing out on the fun, why it’s really a crime,
But if you’ll help me through it I’ll try to begin
To stop being fearful and chilled from within.

I’ll help you I told him, ‘cause you are my friend,
And I will stick by you from beginning to end
So that day I promised to show him a way
To deal with his fears, one by one, day by day.

At first it was hard, but we tackled them all,
The big ones and little, the great and the small.
I helped him pretend that each wasn’t scary,
At first that was hard because he was wary.

But soon the pretending became what was real
And fears by the score were not what he’d feel,
Instead he showed int’rest in things that were new
No longer were frightening, Boy, I’m telling you…

My friend who was frightened became a new person
No more did the dread of things worsen and worsen.
He finally got over his fears, apprehension,
Now he’s a kid with a different direction.

He knows that the world has good things in store
If you’ll only open, will open the door…
To the new and diff’rent, and don’t close your eyes
To what’s really there, you’ve got to be wise…

It’s easier, too, if a friend’s by your side
Who’ll share the adventure and take it in stride.
I’m glad I could help him get over his fears,
We’ll be friends forever, for years and for years!

Sunday, February 22, 2009


Once you give me a theme, I just go to town. Unfortunately, I had only one phobia to draw from, so I had to think about this topic and as so often happens, I thought about it from a child's perspective. Childhood fears are just that, reserved for our youth, but some, make it all the way to our adult years. Anyway, tonight's offering concerns itself with the old "monster in the closet" routine and a little girl named Susie.

By Patty Lynn

Each night as I snuggle all warm in my bed
And pull both my covers up over my head
I’m sure that I’m hearing a gurgly noise.
That comes from the closet, beneath all my toys.

It’s spooky and scary, like nothing I’ve heard
I listen intently but don’t speak a word
‘Cause I know it’s a monster, and one that sounds mad
I’ve told both my parents, my mom and my dad.

But they don’t believe me and say it’s not true
I’m sure that it is and I’m telling you…
That some night very soon he’ll get out from in there
Find me under my covers and pull at my hair.

And if he’s real hungry, he may take a bite…
Of my tenderest pieces, I know that I’m right!
My parents, they say I’m imagining this,
Each night after prayers, when they give me a kiss.

“It’s impossible, Susie, ‘cause monsters aren’t real.
Please try to forget it, though frightened you feel.”
Each night they repeat this, each night I am scared
I’d not open the closet, oh, not if you dared.

The monster can stay in my closet and sleep
He’s gone by the morning, still I tip-toe and creep…
So quietly quiet out from under the covers,
I want to make sure that he never discovers…

That someone is sleeping outside, while he’s in there,
He just might awaken to find that he’s somewhere…
That has juicy children who’ll make a good meal!
You understand, don’t you, that monster’s are real?

I’m really quite brave, don’t you think I’m a brave one?
To stay in my bed without asking to save one…
From creepy ol’ monsters who live in my house?
The secret is being as still as a mouse…

And talking in whispers so he’ll never suspect…
That you’re even there, the idea he’d reject,
And that’s how it is if you two “LIVE” together,
Touch your feet on the floor just as light as a feather.

Don’t listen when people say that it isn’t true,
I know for a fact, and I’m telling you!
Yes, monsters are real and scary and stuff
So don’t ever doubt it, my proof is enough.

I hope you don’t have one, like mine at your house
And oh, did I tell you, his name, wel,l it‘s Klaus?
I once heard him say it when growling one night.
I’m sure that I heard it, it gave me a fright.

But if he is wanting to come out and greet me,
I’d run way too fast, no he wouldn’t eat me.
For monster’s belong inside closets, shut tight,
And only to sleep there,‘neath my toys in the night.

Last night just before I fell fast asleep
I told him that rule, that he’d better just keep…
Inside of the closet and not venture out.
Because if he did, I’d scream and I’d shout..

And that is just that, I’ve laid down the law.
“Stay in there, old monster, and don’t try to claw…
Your way out of there to taste little me,
‘Cause I may be little but I’m strong, you will see”.

I’m really not scared of icky old you.
Being frightened and shaky, it just will not do,
You’d better look out, I’ve decided to be…
Not scared and not frightened, I’m brave little me!

Saturday, February 21, 2009


Last night as I lay in bed I should have been clearing my mind but, instead, I started thinking. It really bothers me that I can't find the time or often the inspiration to BLOG so I was ruminating, ruminating about what might make an interesting subject and, for whatever reason, I started thinking about phobias.

Some people have a whole laundry list of things that make them fearful, some have none and then there's me. My single phobia or fear, shall we say, is a fear of heights. I know there are those who have fears but don't like admitting it and what's more, don't know where those fears came from. However, I do. My fear of heights (which makes getting up on a ladder a traumatic event) came from a single incident that happened when I was very young. But rather than telling you in the conventional way, I've chosen to tell you in the form of a poem.

By Patty Lynn

It’s said that what we really fear…
Is only FEAR itself,
But I, for one, know what I fear,
A fear that I was dealt!

For when I was a little girl
Of only six years old,
I had a scary incident,
One night in winter’s cold.

My older sister took me to...
A concert I enjoyed.
She ran into a guy she knew,
Then seemed with me annoyed.

He asked if he could take us home,
But only had one arm,
And I remember that I thought,
“Perhaps, we’ll come to harm!”

I sat between the two of them,
Was seated in the middle.
I couldn’t see much seated there,
‘Cause I was pretty little.

Those were the days of bench-like seats,
And dashboards dark and thick,
I couldn’t see much over it,
The view, it made me sick.

So this “cool cat” who drove to fast,
So he'd impress my sister
Then headed for the bridge ahead,
Leaned over me and kissed her.

And at that moment, as he sped,
A million miles a minute,
He lost control and crashed his car,
I wished I wasn’t in it!

For though it wasn’t serious
And only bruised his fender,
From my perspective we were dead,
The crash, a lifetime-ender!

You see when you’re a little girl
And can’t see much below,
You’re sure the car you’re riding in,
Will surely over, go.

I didn’t see a railing there,
The reason we were saved.
I only knew this kid who drove,
Was hardly well-behaved!

I was so certain we’d careen…
Straight over to our death,
And at that moment all I did…
Was pray and hold my breath.

So now-a-days I shy away...
From heights of every kind.
“You say you’ll climb that ladder there?”
I’ll say, “Sir, I don’t mind!”

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Tonight I was commenting to my sister that with less creative time in my life (now working a second job), I'm having a dickens of a time writing poetry. And low and behold, I sit down at the computer to check my email and a silly thought crossed my mind, inspired by the snow storm they're predicting for tomorrow and Thursday. I got a kick out of the fact that they named this one, IAN, because that's the name of one of my twin grandsons. Actually, he was a bit "stormy" today, as his mom will attest.

Anyway, as I sometimes do, I thought about what I would call a form of poetic license. In this case it's contractions. You know, all those abbreviated words we say in everyday speech. It's easier, less formal. Rather than saying," I would enjoy that and they will, too," we say, " I'd enjoy that and they'll enjoy it, too". Well, it got me to thinking (always a good idea). We shorten many words like this and when we get really lazy, we say "goin' " instead of going, "lovin' " instead of "loving", and so on. So I set out to overuse my apostrophes as much as I could and this little poem's what I came up with:

By Patty Lynn

They say a storm’s a’comin’
We’d better all prepare!
The snow’s a fallin’ rapidly
And there’s no time to spare.

Make sure you’ve turned the heat up
‘Cause cold’ll seep right in.
The winds’ll howl fierce,my friend,
‘Twill make a roarin’ din!

You know, you’ll have to bundle up,
And don’t forget your boots...
Your parka, scarf, and underwear
A woolen hat, that suits…

To be your buffer from the cold,
For shov’lin’s next in store!
Be sure to add some rock salt, too,
Come in and shut the door!

I’ll make a pot of cocoa,
Mmmm, chocolate fills the air!
I’ll add some yummy ‘mellos.
You’ve ice there in your hair.

We’ll sit right near the fireplace
And watch the dancing flames.
Why don’t we ask the neighbors in
To play a couple games?

And when the party’s over,
We’ll both head down the hall,
And snuggle ‘neath the covers,
So deep in slumber fall.

I guess that storm was not so bad,
I’d have to say just this:
We’d never feel so toasty warm,
If not for Winter’s kiss.

Friday, February 13, 2009


I found this quote the other day and it really inspired me. It goes: “Often, in old age, sisters become each other’s chosen and most happy companions. In addition to their shared memories of childhood and their relationship to each other’s families, they carry the echoes of their mother’s voice.”

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, we women often find ourselves gesturing and speaking like our mothers. It's true. There are times I "feel" my mom when I say things I heard her say and even notice my hands moving expressively in a way just like she used to do. This leaves me with an uncanny chill as it seems, for a brief moment, like I AM her.

Experts tell us that children are most likely aligned with their same sex parent. Whether guys experience this same thing, I don't know, but I can most certainly attest to my frequent "chill-producing" moments when my mother and I seem one and the same. Fortunately, I consider myself one of the lucky ones as my mother was always the one person I most admired in my life.

My sister and I have always been close although there are eight years between us. Initially, we were close in almost a mother-daughter way as my mom worked and needed someone to take charge of the little one. Where friends always felt "saddled" with their younger siblings, I welcomed her addition to any of my activities. I was sort of "the mom" of the twosome and to this day I refer to her as HONEY, rather than sis or by her first name. As we got older we remained close although the four years I went away to college, we didn't see each other as much. But I tried to get home whenever I could, and she would come down for a weekend here and there.

I married and moved to Appleton due to a job change for my husband. Shortly after I met this lovely and very talented young man and, as big sisters are prone to do, I introduced them. It was a good fit and a couple of years later they married and moved to Appleton. A few years after that, our parents bought a house in Appleton so the whole "fam-damily" (as my father used to say) were Appleton residents. This decision would turn out to be a practical one, as well, since as our parents aged and developed more health problems, my sister and I were able to take care of them, together.

The best part of all of that, though it was demanding and oft times tiring, was that the two of us could reminisce about our childhood memories that often included some of the cute expressions and silly things our parents said and did back in the day. Though our dad had a stroke and our mom suffered from manic depression, we had each other and the strength that having an ally brought to a difficult situation. There's something to be said about remembering good times when the present times aren't so good. Fortunately, we could go back in our memories to when "mom said this" or "dad said that", truly echoes of their voices and like an echo, though it's strongest initially, it still repeats again and again and there's comfort in that. We sure were comforted by those echoes. Though our parents are no longer with us, we feel their presence almost everyday echoing through our minds and our memories.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


I've always enjoyed this quote. The first time that I heard it, it was in the lyric of a song called THE SECOND TIME AROUND. Some of us more mature folks get smacked with that sentiment sometime in our over the hill years. It's spawned by the jealousy we feel when we realize that our lives are changing and we can't do what we used to do (and for the most part, hate that we can't)!

Anyway, this always hits me like a ton of bricks when my children have birthdays. For a split second as I come to terms with the fact that they're in their thirties I think to myself, "how can I be old enough to have a child in their thirties?" It's actually a running joke with my son and I as, for some strange reason, he has a hard time facing his chronological age with every birthday since he past 29. As often happens, I write a poem for my children's birthday, and his was this passed January.
I thought I'd show both of our reluctance to see another year go by with the poem I've attached to tonight's blog.

By Patty Lynn

How can it be a woman
Who’s so very young as me,
Has got a son whose all grown up,
And in his thirties, he?

I’m sure it is impossible!
I’m in my thirties, too.
So you must be much younger, then,
Perhaps you’re twenty-two!

Regardless of how old you are,
I’m proud to be your mom.
Your praises I will sing today.
I could go on and on…

I hope you know how much you’re loved,
Each day the whole year through,
But on this very special day,
I’ll say, “Dear, I love you!”

Saturday, February 7, 2009


Although I've called this imaginary, I'm hoping that it won't become a prophesy. I had back surgery back in 2004, a mistake as most people who have had back surgery will conclude. But when you're writhing in pain and someone offers you a chance to feel better, you're not in the best frame of mind to make good decisions.

Anyway, I manage my pain pretty well and after having both knees replaced, the ol' back was feeling even better. Makes sense when two "pins" that weren't in the best of shape are now righted, everything is in better balance. Well, so I thought until just recently when I started having this moving pain in my right leg. Moving? Yeah, as strange as that sounds it did move. One day in the foot, next day in the calf, next day in the thigh. Pretty weird, huh? Well, when it got so bad I was consistently limping (looking a bit like Boris Karloff in the mummy)I went to my G.P. who said he thought it was a nerve in my back that was causing my symptoms. To make a long story short, he sent me to an ortho who sent me back to the back surgeon who did the 2004 surgery. And yes, I do have a broken screw in my back and I am scheduled to have a CT mylogram this week and...well, the rest, who knows. But,
in the meantime....

By Patty Lynn

I had a funny pain, you know,
The kind that won’t go’way.
And when I walked ‘twas with a limp,
The dog gone live-long day.

I can’t say where it came from.
I didn’t trip or fall.
And yet my leg was painful.
The foot, the calf and all.

My surgeon thinks I’ve pinched a nerve
And wants to do a test,
Inject my back with bluish dye,
I said, “You surely jest!”

“But it’s the only way”, he said,
“To find your pinching place,
Why, it could be that broken screw,
Your xray showed a trace…

Of something that is not quite right,
Don’t worry or be scared.
I’ve gone back in on many folks…
And most of them have fared…

Quite well, I think, considering”…
“Considering?”I cried.
“To put my back in your same hands,
I think that I’ll decide…

To think on this, a good long while
And check out other choices,
Opinions of the “second” kind,
So say my inner voices!”

You see, someone I quite respect
Gave me this good advice,
“If you’re not wanting surgery,
A surgeon? Best think twice!!”

Thursday, February 5, 2009


I looked at the date of my last blog and it was February 1st. That's a kind of record for me but I guess it's evidence that now that I'm working a second job, I'm too pooped to participate. I wish I had a clever little ditty to share with you, but I don't. Guess the creative juices have stopped flowing, hopefully only temporarily.

I do love my new job, though. I'm working as a receptionist at a law firm and it really is interesting. Since we have six lawyers with varying specialties, I learn something new every day. But, tired? Oh, yeah, I'm tired!! I said to my husband tonight, "If there weren't weekends, I don't know what I'd do!!

So, I'll close with not much to say except, "I don't have much to say." Please stay tuned. I will have something poetic soon.

Good night

Sunday, February 1, 2009


As I sit here tonight and think about the fact that we're in the next new month of 2009, I can't believe how fast time flies. As this very cold, very snowy, winter has been, I am counting the days till Spring and hoping that it will arrive more sooner than later. I've got to say that this year I am particularly glad to see the sun (when it decides to shine) last a bit longer, a testament to the fact that the days are, indeed, longer and the nights shorter.

Recently, as I visited with yet another surgeon, I was staunch in my request that 2009 be a year with no surgeries. It seems that every year in the last 10, I have had to get something fixed or replaced and I wanted to go on record with this one word, "ENOUGH!" It's something which, though serious, I truly mean. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of control over it but with my tongue firmly in my cheek, I will stand up on my soap box and reiterate again, "ENOUGH!" As I pondered what is really just a wish, that is, to have no body parts fall apart or be so shot that they need replacing, I decided to look at all of this with a sense of humor.

By Patty Lynn

I’ve made a promise, yes, I have,
No surgery this year.
I’ve told my husband, sister, too.
Hey, doctors, do YOU hear?

I’d like to think that I can keep
The body parts I have,
So don’t you dare find something wrong,
Or you’ll just make me mad!!

Besides there’s not much left that’s mine,
My knees, my back, my shoulders
They’ve all been altered or replaced
And I’m just getting older.

If I had had a chance, you see,
Or better yet, the money,
I would have had a body lift,
And that’s not even funny!

But rather than cosmetically
My kind of alteration,
Was made up of repairs and such,
Not done in moderation.

Some think with all these surgeries,
I love being “bionic”.
Believe me, there’s no love affair,
Not even one platonic.

I can’t control the timing when…
My parts might need replacing,
But if it’s unavoidable,
I guess that I’ll be bracing…

Myself for one more surgery
Will this one be the last?
Well, probably it will not be,
Based on my record past!!!