Friday, November 26, 2010


It's been a while since my last blog so I thought I'd share this tearful moment with you. Why tearful? I guess as we grow older our emotional buttons are pressed more easily, not a bad thing, just the way it is. I guess it's because we've experienced more of life than our younger counterparts and we hold things more dear than in our younger days. I've got to say that this morning thoughts of Christmas' past came welling up, great memories of family times, family members no longer with us, memories of our children when they weren't grown up with children of their own, seeing "new" children come into this world and how, with all these changes, holiday gatherings take on a whole different complexion. I'm not melancholy, just in touch with all that those memories bring. It goes without saying that life keeps changing. With that in mind I wrote the following a few minutes ago with the thought of including it in my Christmas letter:


It's Christmas time, a time of joy
For every girl and every boy.
The Christmas lights hang clear and bright
Preparing for that special night...

When family gathers 'round the tree
And watch each child unwrap with glee
Each present picked with love's delight
Anticipating Christmas night.

But where is He, the Christmas Child,
Born in a manger, meek and mild?
The reason that we gather here,
The Child that Mary held so near?

Did we forget God's promise kept,
The tears of joy that Mary wept?
Why do we think as we grow older
This sentiment each year grows colder:

"Oh, Christmas, it's for little ones!"
It's in our words, it's on our tongues
When we should share the love He brings
And set aside the Christmas "things."

And start anew our Christmas journey
Remembering that in God's great mercy
Christ was born for young and old
Now let His love your heart enfold.

Recall that night, the Savior's birth
How angels' song filled all the earth.
You, too, are there that Christmas morn,
The day that Babe was lowly born.

Think now of joy and celebration
And what it means for your salvation.
Rejoice and sing, His "child" are you,
His promise kept, His promise true!

Sunday, November 7, 2010


As you all know it's been a while since I blogged.  Guess life has crowded out this little blog with other things.  As some of you might know, I've become the Story Lady at church for the 3 & 4 year old Sunday School and, because I do a set of 4 illustrations every week to help tell the story, that project takes all week to complete.  Actually, it's kinda fun drawing again.  Didn't know if I still had it in me. So when this Sunday's story has been told, I'm already figuring out what drawings I'll be doing for next Sunday.  It's not that there aren't visual aids to pull from, it's that there are 60+ children sitting on the floor and nothing is big enough for them to see.  I also wanted to have some nice illustrations for next year. 
Anyway, my sister in Michigan has put me to shame, calling me weekly to read her latest poems to me, and I thought I'd better get back on the horse.  My husband and I made a big batch of chili this afternoon and it's been simmering since about three...and I just got to thinking about it...and...about life and...well, this little poem was the result.  Hope you like it.

by Patty Lynn

When you say life is ordinary,
Nothing very special,
It's like that simple soup you make
That's boiling in the kettle.

What do you do? You add some spice,
Some seasoning so rare
And give that simple soup of yours
Some tender loving care.

And so is life, it's what you add
To ordinary--extra,
A loving word, a kindly deed,
These things, they will affect ya'.

For giving is its own reward,
And love, the tie that binds.
Give of yourself, expecting naught,
For in it you will find...

A heart that's full, a life well spent,
That's never ordinary.
For when you add that extra piece,
Now that's extra-ordinary!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


There, I said it.  Yes, folks, this is the last day before Medicare.  I would have said the last day before I'm officially old, but my sister would frown and say, "You're not old!"  Today at work I emailed all my co-workers letting them know that tomorrow was my 55th birthday (with the understanding that 65 is the new 55) and that dilly bars were in the break room freezer.  Everyone wished me Happy 55th and I liked playing the numbers game.  But tonight the reality is well,...real.  How did I get here?  Wow, it seems a long time in terms of numbers but a short time looking back.  Where did that time go?  And yet, it was a long time ago since I came home from the hospital, not that I remember but I have pictures, until today (oops! I just looked at the clock - it's past midnight). 

This last year has been incredible.  Grandchildren who are officially four years old, retirement for my husband and semi-retirement for me, publishing two books of poems, mine and my older sister's, and more exciting things in the year ahead.  I have a good quality of life, friends and a wonderful family that makes every day a blessing, a good marriage and even some dreams left to be realized.  No complaints from here.

Tonight's poem came from an actual phrase my sisters and I coined recently after becoming frustrated with some of the signs of aging.  Oh, I don't mean lines, wrinkles and crow's feet. I mean, mental acuity, specifically, having a hard time finding the right word in conversation.  It's frustrating as he__, heck!.

by Patty Lynn

I can't begin to tell you
How sick I am of me.
I try to make a statement
And stutter foolishly.

There was a time articulate
Was how I was described,
But now when I can't find a word
I'd like to run and hide.

Why is it that our minds must go
The same way as our bodies.
I'd like to laugh but when I do
I've got to find the potty.

The sad part is that when I find
Another who's annoying
I make my way right out the door
Because I'm not enjoying...

Their company, I leave the scene,
But when it's me who's taxing,
I can't leave me, but wish I could.
Is it too much I'm asking?

I guess it is, I'm stuck with me,
My tongue-twisting and all.
Articulate me's a memory,
A challenge to recall.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


Tonight's blog will be a short one. I actually wrote a blog with this same title last week but in checking out the spelling of one of the words on the internet, and not having saved the draft, I lost the whole thing. Guess I learned my lesson!

The title of this blog isn't particularly profound but it always sums up what happens when a baby comes. Everything does change, big time. I chose this title because a baby has come and changed our family with her birth.  Addison Elizabeth White was born last Saturday to my niece, Laura, and her husband.

We couldn't be more excited. There's something about holding a baby,a truly "new born" baby minutes after she was born. She weighed 6 pounds 15 ounces and as tiny as she was, I couldn't help remembering when my grandsons were born. They were barely 3 and 4 pounds each and based on that experience, Addison seemed almost big.

And, as so often happens when something wonderful happens, I wrote a poem for her and her mom:

by Patty Lynn

From the day you were born
I watched you grow,
The child of my sister
And yet I know...

Much more than that
Were you to me,
My "child" of sorts,
You would always be.

For we shared so much,
You and me,
Through happy and sad times
Our bond would be...

So exceptional, so deep,
Trusting each other,
So honest and close,
Not like another.

On your sweet wedding day
I smiled, I wept,
So happy you found him,
My proud heart leapt.

And now you're a mother,
A child, your own,
To love, guide and cherish,
To watch and grow.

My love's overflowing
As yours for her.
So tiny and precious,
Addison girl.

I know how you feel
I've felt it, too,
With both of my children
And, Laura, with you.

God bless, guide and keep you,
Grant you His care.
Please treasure each moment,
As this one you share.

Hold tight but not too tight,
As these years pass.
Pray God's love beside you,
His, too, will last.

Friday, September 3, 2010


When I was little, 4 or 5, my family lived in a cute house that has afforded me fond memories.  For my mom and dad it was definitely a step down, a fixer upper.  They had "built" a beautiful home but got in over their heads and had to move to something more realistic for their pocketbook.  As as child I thought their disappointment was my fairy tale.  I remember sitting in the front hall in a window seat I thought was just made for me to read my books and daydream.  My bedroom, by their account, had a terrible ceiling and to camouflage it Mom wallpapered it with a dark navy background and white stars.  Their cover-up was my bed under the stars.  We moved from there when I was five but to a neighborhood not very far away and when I was in my early teens, as kids did in those days, I made friends with someone who lived in my childhood house.  So I had the chance to see inside and relive my memories. What a shock!  My recollections, well, were not really accurate, but what a grand opportunity to see that house with grownup eyes.  What follows is what that experience was like.


by Patty Lynn

When I was just a little girl
Of three or four or five,
The house I lived in was unique,
A taller house than wide.

In fact, to me, this little girl
Resembled ones I'd seen
Within the pages of my books
And sometimes in my dreams.

I aptly called it, secretly,
My Mother Goose house, mine,
Sat on a hill with peaked roof.
And "Mother" thought it fine.

A house for Mother Goose and me
Just like in fairy tales.
You'd have to search both far and wide,
Across both hills and dales...

To find a house as rare as this,
The envy of the block,
But wait there's more inside my house,
Now give the door a knock...

And once inside you'll see the stairs
That lead up to my room,
A window seat for me to sit
From morning until noon.

I love to sit there, read my books
Imagining tall tales
Of princesses and fairies, too,
Of dolphins and blue whales.

Just keep on going in my house,'
My living room is next,
With curvy corners, never square,
Sit down and be my guest.

Let's go into my kitchen,
We'll have a little treat.
Do you believe how big it is?
Come in and take a seat.

So glad you came to visit me
And saw my huge, grand house.
It's just so big sometimes I feel
As little as a mouse.

Then as a grown-up I went back
To see my childhood home.
My Mother Goose house was still there,
But wasn't what I'd known.

For this is true, your memory's skewed
A contrast in a riddle:
What changes size but stays the same?
Things seem big when you're little!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Not long ago Art Linkletter passed away and tonight's title is the name of one of his most popular shows. Art had a real way with children and if any of you remember it, (shot in living black and white) the show consisted of  "interviews" of a panel of kids. They were anywhere from 3 to 10 years old and Art would ask them questions, usually ones about themselves or their families. That was truly reality TV, nothing scripted or rehearsed and...hysterical.

Children are so open and honest. They haven't learned to fudge an answer or try to make something up. It's that genuineness that I so enjoy about my grandsons and that's what inspired this little poem. The last line is a direct, out-o-the-blow, quote from one of them, and I loved it. So as I so often do, I wrote a poem.

by Patty Lynn

Can you believe it, it's almost here.
My birthday is coming, yes, it comes every year
But this birthday's special 'cause I'm turning four,
And I'm not a baby, not a baby no more.

I can count, I can sing, oh, and I go to school.
When I wash my hands, I don't need a stool.
And I ride a bike, a two-wheeler, no less.
I know most my letters, mom says I'm the best.

I draw pretty pictures of shapes of all sizes,
And I know my colors, but some are surprises...
Like turquoise, and brick, fuchsia and lime,
Just so many colors, gosh, there's not enough time...

To learn all the names, 'sides there's so much to do
Like learning my numbers, boy, I'm telling you...
There's a lot of new things that a kid's gotta know,
Mom wishes that she could get up and go...

Like I do all day, but there's no time to rest.
'Sides bein' a kid, growin' up is the best!
It's like I was just telling my brown guinea pig,
"I simply can't wait, can't wait to be BIG!"

Monday, August 30, 2010


I can't believe it, I'm finally done with my book of poems. It's been a long process, but I can mark another something off my bucket list. I've attached a link on the bottom of this blog so that you can preview the first 15 pages. The book is actually 156 pages and producing it(publish)is quite costly. However, I have it in both a 8X10 hard copy with a dust jacket my splurge for myself and about $50 and also a 8X10 soft copy that runs about $36.
If any of you wish to order a copy, go right to the link and you could order one. I am also going to do another version in the 7X7 size softcover and that should run about $25. It'll take me a while to do that as I must begin from scratch because that's a new format. I'll let you know when that is ready.
Thanks for being patient with me throughout this tedious process. I've got to get started writing again so look for some new thoughts and poems in the weeks to come.

I've written a book with all of my poems
And when I began t'was my archives I'd comb
Recalling the times when each 'pistle was born
The times I was happy and times when forlorn.

Regardless, it prompted a thought or emotion,
A time to express my personal notion.
'Cause poems that I write are a journey of sorts,
Silly ones or creative imagined reports...

Of something that sparked me to a point that I had to...
Tell what I was feeling, have to say I was glad to.
So pen went to paper, a poem was the outcome.
Why some were so good I wanted to shouts some.

I know that there'll be more poems left to write
But it'll just have to wait til ideas take flight.
I've laid down my paper, my pen sits there, too.
For now I will wish you Goodnight and adieu. to the book preview)

Saturday, August 21, 2010


...I'm on a roll! Actually, I've been trying to find a moment here and a moment there so I can start writing again. As you know, I'm doing my last proofing before self-publishing my book of poems,which is intensely time consuming,so I've been writing poems that just come to me. A thought here, a title there, just as the spirit moves me.

Last night I was prompted by an old email that was thought provoking and humorous at the same time, so I put pen to paper and came up with the following. Perhaps there'll be something here that will strike a chord with you.

by Patty Lynn

If you can conquer tension without a glass of wine,
If you can wake up leisurely without concern for time,
If you can tackle dieting without the use of pills,
If you can quit complaining about your latest ills,
If you can give the credit to the one who's due,
Then I would say, without a doubt, my hat is off to you...

For tension seems a constant, self-medicating, too,
And frantic rushing seems the norm, a blur when day is through.
Now, dieting, you must confess, is difficult and stressful,
The more you try the less you lose, your anguished sleep not restful.

And do we ever, ever stop our grousing and complaining?
Instead of being positive, good attitude remaining,
We spew out only negatives, complaints who wants to hear 'em?
In fact, if truth be told, my friend, just who wants to be near 'em?

I'd rather spend the time I have in rousing celebration,
Look forward to each day I have in wild anticipation.
Besides the challenges that come, God grants me strength to face them,
No pills for ills, He's all I need, complaints, He helps erase them.

So when you feel that tension's great and time's your enemy,
Seek out the One whose in control, whose grace and love are free.
He'll take your hand and lead you through the challenges and strife
And help you understand the gift, His precious gift:

Thursday, August 19, 2010


Most of you know the signicance of this title.  The punchline is that I did write a book about my grandsons, Ian and Gavin, last Christmas and gave to my family.  I'm sure I'll be compelled to write another one as they are growing and changing every day, a lot quicker than I'd prefer.  With that in mind, this poem is a tribute to one of the twins.  Gavin, who resembles his mom physically and in many of his likes and dislikes, is the inspiration for this little poem about grocery shopping.

by Patty Lynn

I love to shop for groceries.
The supermarket's cool!
Mom tells me things about the store.
It's kinda like in school.

I look around at all the food,
"let's buy that," I insist.
But mom says we have got to stick
To what is on the list.

You might think I would want to buy
The candy,there's all kinds.
But I would rather have an orange,
But please remove the rinds.

My fav'rite fruits are raspberries
And pineapple is good,
Or broccoli that's dipped in ranch.
I'm just misunderstood...

'Cause other kids prefer dessert
And junk food by the score.
But all I want is vegetables.
Have some and I want more.

I guess I am a lot like mom.
A salad's what we'd choose.
Now add a tasty dressing,
With that you just can't lose.

I may not be like other kids
Who crave things that are sweet.
I'd rather have some vegetables.
So keep the sweet stuff, please.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


This title concerns itself with me.  It's the way I have "come to be" lately. You can call it nostalgic, melancoly, whatever, it just means that I've been thinking back, rekindling memories. I have finished my book of poems this last week (soon I'll give you a link to get a glimpse of it) and am embarking on two new projects. One, will be to start writing again. I've written so few NEW poems that I'd like to see if I still know how.

Second, I'm beginning to write a book centering around my mother's life. This last one is completely new territory so I'm learning as I go. I'm developing an outline, consolidating a lot of information and going through mounds of photos. The other night I found a booklet that I had given to my family members back in 2002 that chronicled the last few months of my mother's life.  Much of it was quotes from the little notes, almost in diary form, that she had written during that time period.

I'm fortunate that my mother loved to write, so there is quite a bit from which I can gleen. It's an interesting perspective, aging from the standpoint of the one experiencing the process herself.  I don't know about you, but for me, I feel the clock ticking and I want to make sure that there is evidence that I was here.  Now I don't want you to think that I am morose, depressed or down about the prospect of this life ending. I'm merely more acutely aware that my life will not go on forever.  I could step off a curb tomorrow and it would be all over.  But when you are aware that the light at the end of tunnel is not so far off, you want to make sure you've done everything on your "bucket list."

For those of you who don't know what a bucket list is, I'll briefly explain.  This is list of things a person wishes to accomplish know, kick the bucket.  My list is pretty short and I haven't even decided all the things that should be on it yet.  I just know that it's there and I'm plugging along choosing and doing the things I've told myself I would do before...  I wanted to write some songs...check.  I wanted to be a Grandma (not that I had anything to DO to make that happen)...check.  I wanted to compile a book of my poems...check.  You get the idea.

So, since I want to get back to writing some new poems, this is tonight's offering:

by Patty Lynn

When I was just a little girl,
A chubby girl at that,
I learned this lesson loud and clear:
"Don't show the world your fat!"

So when my friends were wearing shorts
Well, I was wearing jeans.
No sleeveless tops tucked in for me.
Do you know what that means?

It means you're hot, not ever cool
When temperatures are soaring.
It means no latest styles for you.
It means your wardrobe's boring.

You can't pick fashions of the day,
Just separates with jackets.
In short, their shapeless baggy things.
Too bad if you can't hack it.

Be sure you cover up those arms,
Nobody want to see 'em.
Confine them in a long sleeve top,
And never, ever, free 'em.

'Cause plumpish girls have too much flesh,
No matter if it's sunny.
A sundress on a summer's day?
You must be kidding, honey!

And so it was, the dye was cast,
Who cares if cool's your mission.
You must accept the way it is,
Fat's a wintery condition.

Saturday, June 19, 2010


I know that's a pretty silly name for a blog, but it's been so long, I wanted to catch your attention. As I mentioned WAAAAAY back when, I wanted to do a book of poems. But before I did a collection of my poems I wanted to do a compilation of the poetry my older sister wrote and sent to me over the past 20 years. I specifically wanted her to have as a reminder of how talented, creative and clever she was and IS. I finished that last month and now I'm doing the same with my poetry. I'll attach a link to the site I used to create the book so you can see at least the first 15 pages. It's called, A LIFETIME OF POETRY. When mine is complete I'll do the same. I've written a quick little poem to prove to myself that I haven't lost my touch. The link is at the end of the page.

by Patty Lynn

I know I haven't written much
But lest you think me idle,
I thought I'd better write a poem
"But what should be the title?"

I guess I'd better share with you...
Just what I have been up to,
A book, oh, yes, two books, I mean,
I hope I'll interrupt you...

So take a look, see what you think,
They're not just mine but good ones.
And hopefully you'll find them loose,
Not stilted, stiff or wood ones.

The book complete was written by
My sister whose a poet.
Believe me when you read her work
You'll see she's "versed" and knows it.

So I've included here a link
So you can see a sample,
Though it won't show you all of it
I think it will be ample...

To give you all at least a taste,
Her writing is delightful.
Some poems are very humorous
And some are quite insightful.

And, oh, before I close this rhyme,
I've got to tell you, too,
About the book I'm working on,
For me a dream come true.

This book of poems, they're all my own.
I'm proud of this collection.
When I have finished I'll be sure
To give you all directions...

So you can take a peek at mine,
And know there was a reason...
That I did not find time to blog
I hope you'll find it pleasin'.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Well, tonite's blog will be short. First of all, let me thank a couple of you who called or wrote me after receiving my book preview of A LIFETIME OF POETRY. I wasn't sure how it would show up for you so I had Frank open his announcement and I got a better idea of how it came to you.

I don't know why I should be surprised but the preview book only shows a small portion of the book, 15 pages. The book is actually 60 pages. Let me know if you want to peek at the book let me know. I'll be happy to show it to you.

As you know, my next project is my own book of poems. Wish me luck!!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


As many of you know I did a photo book of my two precious grandsons for Christmas, but my next project has just been sent for publishing. My older sister, Janice, has been an avid poet for most of her life, like me, and she has sent me many of her poems over the years. She's had some really tough years, especially the last ten. She is now 76 and confined to a wheelchair and most days it's just hard for her to muster up the energy to get out of bed. I do my best to encourage her, sometimes I'm successful, sometimes I'm not, but I believe she needs to continue with the poetry because it keeps her creative juices flowing.

Anyway, as I started thinking of the book of poetry that I want to publish, I thought that I should first create a book of poetry with Janice's poems so that there would be a collection of her poems for her family, something tangible for them to look at and read to remember their mom. I called the book, A Lifetime of Poetry, and I should receive the book within the next two weeks.

If any of you are interested in seeing a copy online send me your email address and I'll forward an online copy to you. Also, I am going to proceed with my book of poems so I will let you know when that's ready for viewing. As you might have guessed, this latest project took many hours and that's why I haven't been contributing my blog.

If any of you would like to do something similar, a written book or story, book of photos, a book of photos of a particular trip or event, etc. let me know and I'd be happy to put it together for you.

Saturday, March 27, 2010


I got up this morning with so many goals, wash some rugs, balance my checkbook, clean the bathrooms, take the dog for a walk, get a money order from the bank for my taxes, etc. I did get all that done but about 5PM, I was whipped! There was so many other things I wanted to get done, but I didn't have it in me. Aging is such a ball. I just love it!! I know, I know, "it's better than the alternative." But really, doesn't it seem as though this all happened over night? I'm not complaining, really, it's just that I'm so tired. So rather than go to bed I felt compelled to write this little ditty:


There's no rest for the weary,
Or so the saying goes,
So many days I feel like that
From my head down to my toes.

The "rat race," the "treadmill"
To just name a few,
Regardless, it's exhausting,
It takes it's toll on you.

And as you get older
It's much truer still.
You start optimistic,
By noon had your fill.

The tasks there before you
You think "piece of cake,"
Then half-way completed
Your "everything" aches.

You've lost all your vim
Your vigor is shot
The simple is harder
Father Time's left you caught...

With reality, really,
You're "plum out of gas,"
Your glass is half-empty,
Not half-full, but alas,

It is what it is,
You can't sugar-coat it.
You're older and tired,
I am, so I wrote it!


In my previous blog I shared with you the story of my "weird" experience this past week and how I had received a flyer in the mail regarding a book entitled, The Hope and Encouragements of a Woman written by a woman who's name was Anna Roberts, the same name as my maternal Grandmother. I further told you that although the author resides in California now, she grew up in a small town in Wisconsin, something else she shared with my Grandmother. As I also shared, I did compose a letter to the author, just to tell her of how all of this had literally stunned me and how thankful I was to have received the flyer and explained how wonderful it was to have such precious memories rekindled.

Well, low and behold, yesterday's mail yielded a response from Anna Roberts and a heartfelt letter that made me cry a little. Part of that response was due to the fact that all of this, the book, her name and then her letter had proved to me once again how God works. I don't believe any of it was a coincidence. Quite the opposite. It was two strangers touching each others lives, two people who had never met but who shared so much in common, writing, love of family and faith is God. But, you know, when I received her letter, I did feel as though I had met this "Anna Roberts" and her book and correspondence was part of some grand design, divine intervention. God does work in myterious ways His wonders to perform!

Friday, March 19, 2010



I had something strange happen this week and wanted to share it with you. When I get home from work I go through the day's mail, discard, keep, and so on, but this week I was really caught off-guard. There on my kitchen table was a letter with the return address telling me that it was from Anna Roberts Books. I had to look at it twice and then three times. I couldn't believe my eyes!

It wasn't the "book" part that got me, it was the name "Anna Roberts." You see my beloved maternal grandma, my mother's mother,was named Anna Roberts and it was so weird seeing her name in print. My grandmother, my Nana, as I called her, left this earth over 40 years ago and I still miss her today. Well, what the letter turned out to be was a simple flyer that was advertising a book called, The Hopes and Encouragements of a Woman, written by Anna Roberts. The flyer gave a brief description of the book as well as an About the Author section. Although the location of Anna Roberts Books is Alta Lome California, the author actually hails from a small town in Wisconsin. Also weird was that my "Nana" came from Jefferson, Wisconsin, a town that had a population of approximately 5500 people, at least it did 40 years ago.

So, as they say, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. But...I couldn't help myself. I did want more information about the author so I wrote a letter to her at the Book address and just shared with her all I have with you. In addition, I sent her the blog I wrote in April of last year that vividly described my grandmothers' house and told of my precious memories of her. I didn't ask for a reply but I'm secretly hoping that Anna jots a line to me someday. In the meantime, I ordered her book and am looking forward to reading it. I guess, sometimes in life we're caught off guard and it is, indeed, a very good thing.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Tonite's blog concerns itself with good advice period, not specifically as it relates to aging. I don't know about you but I need reminding, every so often, that one's outlook plays a big role in how we handle life in general. No one likes a "sour puss" my mom would say and I'd have to agree. If you ever want an environment to become toxic, just add a "Negative Nicky" to the mix. And one could say that about any place, home, school, church, etc. So tonite I will share this little "shorty" that covers, with humor, how important the up-side is when it comes to aging.

by Patty Lynn

I'm here to tell you, yes I am,
That aging not a picnic,
But here's a bit of age advice
I hope with you will click, Nick.

Remember this, you have a choice,
Stay positive and up,
For nothing's good 'bout feeling bad,
You know...that half-full cup?

If you've a rosy outlook,
A smile upon your face,
You'll age the same, oh, that's for sure,
But from a better place.

So bottom line, no use to fret,
Come on now, just hang tough
Don't let ol' aging get you down,
It's too hard to get up!

Friday, February 26, 2010


Tonights offering was inspired by a cartoon sent to me by my sister-in-law. Actually it was part of a series of cartoons with the similar theme of the joys of aging. I don't know about you, but at my age I always have good intentions but often plans change daily, too many aches, charlie horse in the calf, no time,etc. Regardless, often times what we start to do, well, it doesn't get done or it's shorter in duration and we feel like we're faced with the inevitable "should." Sound familiar??
So on that note I give you:

by Patty Lynn

Tomorrow I will wake to find...
The liberation of my mind...
From one thing I was gonna do.
I'm going to jog, try something new!

I've purchased all the gear and such,
I'll tip-toe out of bed, so hush.
I haven't told my hubby yet,
Be back before he wakes, you bet.

And when I'm done I'll take a shower,
Be dried and dressed in about an hour.
I think I'll do this every day.
What's that I hear, you say,"no way!"

But why, dear toes, do you object?
I haven't even started yet.
Out-voted ten to one am I
My expectations were too high.

So 'neath the covers, oh, so cozy...
I'll snuggle in 'til I am dozy...
I tried, I warm bed's...good...
Tomorrow...yes...I know I should...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


As I've said, I'm on a roll, the aging roll, I guess. But that's ok, I must need the release. After all, it's been a long dry spell. Perhaps, my next self-published book just might be a collection of poems that concern themselves with the inevitable. You might conclude I'm obsessed with the prospect of growing old, or growing older. Not really. I'm just a bit reflective (pun intended)on the subject.

Anyway, I don't know that my thoughts are unique. What I do know is that a great many of you are going though the same things, the same transitions, and the same struggles with the changes. So, I will take it upon myself to verbalize what you haven't or haven't yet, and maybe it'll be easier on us if there's someone in the same boat just trying to navigate through all of this. Tonite's blog takes a look(pardon the pun)at some of this, again, with a little humor.

by Patty Lynn

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Was there an earthquake in the hall?
Something's happened, can't you see,
That woman in the mirror's not me!

I seems like only yesterday
My skin was taut and smooth.
No makeup base, just powder, please
It's got to be a ruse.

I just don't get it, can it be...
That time, indeed, does fly?
And all these changes did take place...
In the blinking of an eye?

I'm not complaining, surely not,
I watched my mother age.
But now I look a lot like her.
Time's surely turned a page...

And left it's mark, I must confess,
It's happening too fast.
I did expect it, after all,
But I thought my looks would last...

A trifle longer, I suppose,
OK, I'm in denial.
If only it were temporary,
THIS face, merely a trial.

So I'll adjust, I must, that's all
The outcomes still the same.
We're aging from the day we're born.
There's no one we can blame.

Be happy for each day you have,
Love often and love much.
A kind word heals, as laughter does,
Try every heart to touch.

Then realize that wrinkles come,
You never can erase them.
Each one is earned,
Make sure you've learned
Those wrinkles, just embrace them!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Yes, the hourglass. It's not a common metaphor for the female frame, at least not these days, but what does seem to be revered in that department is skinny, skinny, skinny. Models and Movie stars alike are trying to convince young girls that being thin and not eating is something to be envied. Occasionally, you do see someone who looks the real "normal" and that, I find, refreshing, but we are lead to believe that "thin is in". Now I've never been of that persuasion but I have found myself always thinking,"I really need to lose about 20 pounds" and never quite getting that done. But in your sixties, fogetabowdit! The hourglass figure of the past, if I ever had one, is just that, in the past. I did, however, find myself thinking about this old comparison and the following was the result:

by Patty Lynn

Now years ago they used to say...
The perfect figure's this:
The hourglass' proportion,wow,
With that you'll never miss!

That's always just alluded me,
The bust and hips the same.
A tiny waist between them both,
The ideal female frame.

I've always had a bit too much,
In ev'ry category.
Full-figured, also well-endowed,
Has been my "chubby" story.

When I was little mom would say,
"Your baby-fat will go...
When you are 'leven maybe twelve,
Believe me, dear, I know."

"So have a cookie or ice cream,
Don't want you to feel down.
C'mon and have a little cake,
I hate to see you frown."

And so the cycle thus began,
To eat to cure the blues.
So diets, they would come and go,
More pounds for me to lose.

Now in my sixties I look back
Wishing that I'd won the battle,
Rather than now repeat again...
This diet-ary prattle.

The hourglass of long ago
Talked only of its shape.
Now I refer to sands within,
They have, with time, escaped.

No longer shifting slowly these,
The hourglass sands are still.
For all the sand has shifted DOWN
The BOTTOMS had its fill!

Monday, February 22, 2010


As I mentioned last night, I seem to be on a roll. It's amazing to me how I avoid a full length mirror and when I do look at my reflection, it's cause for...well, reflection. I guess I'm most surprised at how the circle of life keeps keepin' on, hence "the circle." Anyway, when my mother was my age I can't say I noticed her aging so much. It became more apparent in the seventies but she, of course, noticed and remarked many times how she didn't know who that was staring back at her from her mirror. She would say, "I feel the same on the inside, it's the outside that I struggle with." There was a time that I toyed around with the idea of writing a book about my mother, aptly titled, "Baby it's Old Outside." Maybe someday. And so it goes with all of us, when we get to that "certain age." I fear I'm there already although I'm a ways from my seventies. But, as always, I have to deal with it with a sense of humor. Tonight is no exception. Hope you get a laugh or two out of it. I know I did.

by Patty Lynn

They say that you can learn a lot
From looking in the mirror.
But if you're naked, let me say,
There's much that you should fear!

I think it's called "the naked truth"
That's staring back at you.
No clothes to hide the way you look,
It's "altogether" true.

I never plan to take a look.
But rather just a glimpse.
But when I do, head on, I mean,
That view will make me wince!

For there it is, I can't refute...
The evidence's too clear.
For what I see, I mean, it's me.
The truth is in that mirror.

Now I can cry or I can laugh,
Or question what I see,
For in the mirror, who is that there,
The Michelin man or me?

Sunday, February 21, 2010


It seems that the aging process is never far from my mind, or from my reality, for that matter. It's a darn good thing no one ever tried to tell us what aging would be like, what to expect, etc. and if anyone did, it didn't register with us. We were, after all, young and invincible and old age...that was a long way off. And so we continued living our lives, some of us marrying and having a family, or pursuing our careers,never thinking about what was to come and least it seemed suddenly, we changed. Things in general became harder, anything from opening a jar to opening our minds to new things. And then there we were, older, wiser and well, a bit dissolutioned that this time in our lives...was a lot like what we saw happen to our parents. Holy cow!!! How did this happen?
My blog for tonight, and for the next few offerings, is concerned with some of this, the changes I'll call them ( not to be confused with THE CHANGE - that's over, thank, God! )

by Patty Lynn

What do you look like real close up?
You know, your mirror won't lie.
Though you stare, then plead, it's still the same.
Your friendly mirror won't lie.

This time of life, "The Golden Years"
In all its gray-haired glory,
The golfing, cruising, condo life,
It's still the same old story.

Oh, I suppose, there are some folks...
Who can retire wealthy,
Buy summer homes, travel the globe,
They've money and they're healthy.

But many are a lot like us,
Just aging and expanding,
Retirement lives, retirement dreams,
It's beyond our understanding.

But that's the way it is sometimes,
The Haves and Have Nots, too,
However falls the aging genes,
May not be up to you.

The only thing we can control
Is how we choose to view it,
Alas, poor me or thank you, Lord,
There's really nothing to it.

You must decide to see the glass...
Half full and not half empty.
An aches OK and laughs are good
Whatever, Lord, you've sent me...

I'll have to say, this side of Earth's
Better than pushing daisies.
No facelifts and no Botox shots,
That stuff is for the Crazies!

I'll be content with what I have
Though there's still time for hoping,
Who knows, perhaps, the path will change,
Whatever, I'll be coping.

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Well, today's the day, alright. The day when we take a special moment and tell the ones we love how much they mean to us, hopefully not the only day we say "I love you". Well, we had a lovely one at my sister's. There's nothing like spending time together with the family, yaking, eating, and, of course, laughing. There is never a shortage of laughs, and funny faces and adorable 3 year olds whose every word and ever facial expression reminds us how incredible our lives are because they are in it. There's nothing like having a little one look up at you and say, "happy valentimes day, gruama. I missed you". It had been Thursday since I saw my two sweetie pies. We had all made cut-out heart cookies for their Valentine's party at school. What an adventure that was! We had flour and powdered sugar and frosting everywhere but we made gorgeous cookies. I had a ball and so did they. These are the things that are remembered, not how beautiful the cookies are but the fun of doing it. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!

Sunday, February 7, 2010


This sounds a little grandiose, this title, but perhaps it is my calling to be the voice of aging. Not that I've got one foot in the grave or anything, but I certainly can offer a "mature" perspective. And isn't it interesting that the subjects that I lean to are either for children or the process of growing older? The scary part is, if we are to believe the evidence, there is some point when those two collide. I'm not looking forward to that part, but it may be making the transition a little smoother. Anyway, tonite's offering is a little "deep," but it is heartfelt. My hope is that you will find it to be just that and, in so doing, stop a moment and think about all we take for granted when we feel our time here is indefinite.

by Patty Lynn

It seems that as we age a bit
We see things diff'rently,
That is, a new perspective gained,
Than as it used to be.

The sunsets we let come and go,
Indiff'rence, 'cause we were...
So busy with "important things"
It just did not occur...

To us to savor ev'ry hue,
For, after all, there'd be...
Another one tomorrow so...
When that one came we'd see...

But as we now know, we can't count...
On 'morrows for forever.
The sunset's beauty savor we,
Each nuance we now treasure.

And so it is with many things,
The green of each new blade,
The smell of Fall, the whippoorwill,
The world our God has made.

We "noticed" these when we were young,
But now we feel their worth...
In ways profound,
So deep their touch,
It seems a brand new earth!

Thursday, February 4, 2010


The other nite as I was watching one of those health food commercials, this silly thought crossed my mind. You know, the really good foods are those that have no preservatives and we should insist on that if we want to stay healthy, etc. Well, in the midst of it all, this came to me. Hopefully it'll give you are a good laugh and maybe a little wishful thought as we all age.

by Patty Lynn

Nothing artificial,
No preservatives,
Phrases that has come to mean
The choice for lives well-lived.

But did you ever stop and think
How diff'rent we would be,
If they could give preservatives
To you and, yes, to me?

No complicated nip & tuck,
No drastic surgery.
Injections of preservatives.
Sounds pretty good to me.

Now that's the kind of aging tour
I'd like to venture through.
The years would come,
The years would go,
But wouldn't show on you.

Now some would dream of far off lands,
Vacations in sun
Or bank accounts with funds to burn
Enough for everyone.

But give me artificial means
To keep a youthful glow.
There's nothing like preservatives,
That dream we'll never know

Monday, February 1, 2010


The other night I was working on a crossword of all things. The TV was on but I wasn't paying too much attention and then...Oh, surprise, surprise, another cosmetics commercial for wrinkle cream. Yep, another beautiful woman(girl)who was way too young to have or even be bothered by the prospect of wrinkles, and we were to believe that her flawless complexion was the result of some cream, some regimen, some protocol. Are you kidding me? She was barely old enough to spell WRINKLE!! Anyway, that was the inspiration for the following and a subject I'm sure you'll hear me talk about again, not that growing older is on my mind...perish the thought!

by Patty Lynn

It's funny how the years fly by,
They're gone before we know it.
If only time could march on by
But faces wouldn't show it.

Sure wrinkles come, they never go,
And night cream's not the answer.
Old Father Time's got heavy shoes,
He's not a graceful dancer!

He must be wearing army boots,
Clodhoppers their description.
No guilt he feels and no regrets.
For him there's no contrition.

I watch the ads, the claims they make,
But have you ever noticed,
These images are such young girls,
If older, they're soft-focused?

And yet we buy, fall prey we do,
Ridiculous our hopes are.
Now wouldn't it be easier
If we were like the soap stars?

Those women never show their age,
So perfect their complexions.
But not so are the lives they lead,
They 'd never stand inspection.

But real life is a different scene
Exposed, our warts and all,
We're "faced" with our reality,
And youth's hard to recall.

But though the tracks of time are there,
Let's not forget time's blessings.
True, what we've learned has left it's mark,
Not surface window dressing.

Don't be deceived by worldly hype,
Or faces free from wrinkles,
Eyelids that sag, may be a drag,
But older eyes still twinkle.

Sunday, January 10, 2010


Well, here it is, 2010, and I haven't blogged since early December. Life has gotten in the way, Christmas, New Year's, I've got lots of excuses. But the truth is as much as this venue has been a blessing for my creativity, I'm so beat at the end of the day I just don't have the energy.

As some of you know my husband was hospitalized on December 7th and was there almost a week. Yikes! In this day and age that's a long time. His symptoms subsided and his upper GI and colonoscopy were inconclusive soooo we don't know what that was all about. To make things even more frustrating they discovered a hernia. So while recouping from the first ordeal now he was looking at surgery. Great! He had that repaired a couple of weeks ago and hopefully will be returning to work next week. Guess all we can say is, let's hope 2010 gets off to a better start than the end of 2009.

I did create the book about my grandchildren's first two years and it did turn out very well. Give me a bit and I can arrange for you to view it online. The text was, of course, a poem which I have included here. I am inspired to create another book in the next few months which will include all of my blogged poems and who knows what else. Will let you know when that is finished. For now hope you all had a good Christmas with family and friends and I pray time set aside to celebrate the Saviour's birth. May 2010 bring you happiness and fulfillment in your endeavors. Here's my pride an joy, the poem for my grandsons. Some day they'll look back at their Grandma's little book and know how much I love them.

(And I was there, too!)

It seems like a lifetime
Since the day you were born,
Your daddy and I
In that moment were torn...

Between you and your mama,
Calmly doing her part,
As the miracle happened.
The beat of your heart.

Your daddy excited,
His two hands were both shaking.
Your mama and daddy,
Were two parents awak'ning!

And I was there, too,
With your dad and your mother,
Holding both of their hands,
Watching you and your brother.

So tiny you were.
Barely three and four pounds.
How perfect God made you.
It completely astounds!

And when you were stronger,
Mom and Dad brought you home.
They tenderly held you
As they pondered each moan...

Each cute sound you made
Soon they knew what each meant.
As their love grew they knew
You were both heaven sent.

And I was there, too,
Holding each of you tight,
Humming songs I made up,
Telling you all was right.

It seemed just an instant
Till you sat on your own.
Your crawling soon followed
In your "kid friendly" zone.

But we learned very quickly
How fast you both got.
It was harder to beat you,
Though we ran like a shot...

To make sure you were safe,
Had to put things up high.
"Don't put that in your mouth!"
"You'll poke out your eye!"

You took baths in the sink,
And loved every minute.
Those smiles were contagious,
Mom and I had no limit...

Of smiles, hearty laughs.
Oh, how cute your both were.
Your "feeties," your butts,
Don't know which we preferred!

Soon the bottles were gone.
A sippy replaced them,
But the Nuks, well, they stayed,
To this day can't erase them.

But they'll go, dears, in time,
For you're growing so fast!
I've just got to say,
Wish these moments would last.

Now you both go to school
Like two, grown-up big boys.
For three hours a day
Your big house has less noise.

My heart's filled with joy,
I love you both so.
From the top of your heads
Down to each tiny toe.

I've been many things
In this long life of mine,
But not one thing compares
To this honor so fine.

To be your ol' Grandma
Is a blessing, a pleasure,
For just being that
Is my life's greatest treasure.

Yes, I was there, too,
And how happy that makes me,
To recall all those mem'ries,
Joyful tears just o'er take me.

As long as I live
You'll fill up my heart.
A delight it has been
To be there from the start.