Saturday, February 26, 2011


As you know, my sister, Janice, hasn't been well.  She's in a wheelchair, cannot walk and has a bad heart and lungs.  Needless to say, she requires a great deal of help just making it through the day, not being able to do much on her own.  I think I've used the word fragile to describe her state and that's a pretty good adjective.  That's why all the health troubles of late have been so difficult to treat.

Anyway, she is blessed to have a husband who meets all of her daily needs.  Without him she would have to be in nursing home.  He, fortunately, has not many health problems, something that is rare in an 80 year old.  So I felt it was high time that I write a poem of thanks to him.  I hope he likes it.

by Patty Lynn

There are the guys who stick with you
When things are fun and easy,
Who love the limelight, love applause,
When you're on top, believe me.

Now guys like that, I'd have to say,
Why they're "a dime a dozen."
And some would say, "good for a ride,"
I'd say they're "good for nothin'."

But there are some, but just a few,
Who'd stay, no matter what.
They're there "in sickness and in health"
Not walk or say, "enough!!"

These guys are tops, the best there is,
Make other guys look bad.
The gals that get 'em know their worth.
They've got 'em and they're glad.

And so poetically I'll send
A special thanks your way,
For all you do for my dear Sis,
For every single day...

You take good care, when things get tough.
You're there to meet her needs.
Some guys may talk a good, good game,
But you're a man of deeds.

So please accept my gratitude
For all the things you've done.
My Sister is a lucky gal.
Her guy is number one!

Monday, February 21, 2011


I've told you all about my sister's failing health so it shouldn't come as a surprise that when I couldn't reach her for 2 days, I was in a panic.  The phone rang and rang, I couldn't leave a message and that had happened once before so I was sure something terrible had happened.  You know us worriers we always imagine the worst. Well, I am a worrier.  In fact, the first published poem I wrote was called, I'M A WORRY-WART.  That was in grade school and now some 50+ years later, the story's pretty much the same. So here it is, a poetic account of my life last week.

by Patty Lynn

I tried to reach you yesterday
And, yes, the day before.
No message on your telephone.
It rang and rang some more.

So I got worried, yes I did,
Was just beside myself.
Anxiety, such nervousness,
Was some of what I felt.

Then finally I called your girls,
Left messages to call,
And I kept trying you again.
Again, I hit a wall.

You'd had a run of lousy health,
Improve, relapse, improve.
Predictably that took its toll
And skewed my attitude.

I know that I should not expect...
The worst, I know it's wrong,
But after all the latest scares,
My psyche wasn't strong.

Long story short, I finally heard...
Your voice, said you were fine.
I thought the worst, but truth be told,
The worst of it...was mine.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


My last post was one of a similar nature but this one gets a bit more specific.  As you know if you've been following my blog, my older sister has had some very serious health issues and I've tried to keep her "keepin' on" as she recuperates.  I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it is being confined to a wheelchair.  Additionally, she's not getting out much and then it's usually to see the doctor. It's an understatement that her spirits aren't particularly high these days.  As she says, "my world is very small."

So, I wanted to write a poem that would say that I understand that it's hard to keep motivated when you feel defeated but also one that would encourage and remind her of God's unfailing love and presence.  She's such a wonderful poet and my hope is that she will continue her writing.  That can be very therapeutic.  So often the mere writing of the words can help put life in perspective.

The attached is the last poem I wrote for her.  Perhaps it'll be a reminder for all of us.

by Patty

To hear your voice and know you're well's a treasure in my life,
But hearing how depressed you feel, it cuts me like a knife.
I know it's hard, so difficult, to a live a life with limits,
But it's a LIFE and I can say, mine's better with you in it.

Please don't give up and close the door on what is such a blessing,
Creative you, who writes so well, this gift that you're possessing.
The words you choose convey escape and that is something special.
Your flights of fancy, fairies too, they put us under your spell.

Escape for us, escape for you, devoid of limitation,
A glen where you're a child again, for all, a mind's vacation.
When you confess that you're depressed it scares me, reminiscent...
Of wasted days our mother spent, our love was not sufficient.

I know it's hard when functions go, yes, I know how you feel,
But though a future dark you see, just pray and He'll reveal...
His love and care, His strength, just trust. His promises are true.
The Son who died and rose again, he died and rose for YOU!

So when engulfed in sorrow's grasp, ahead looks bleak and bare,
Remember that God knows your worth. Remember that He's there.
And though you can't lay eyes on him, He's always by your side.
Things of this earth may pass away but God's love will abide.

Don't even think of giving up. He won't give up on you.
He made you special, gave you life. He promised and it's true.
"You are my own, my precious child, your time's not now, you see,
I love you so and when it's time, I'll call you here with me."

And so, dear sister, know you're loved by many, not just me.
Please muster up your strength, desire, God's "presence" you will see.
This poem I write for you to know that life is better still,
                   When you believe,
                           God knows your need,
                                  He loves you, always will.

Friday, February 4, 2011


I thought a bit about composing a poem today, even had an idea and a title.  But then something interesting happened.  A first line came and then another and pretty soon I'd written the poem I've attached here.  What can I deduce from that?  Well, the only thing I can come up with is that God had a different idea.  Now this might sound weird but, for me, it's the only explanation.

There have been a few things happening in my life lately, things that needed this kind of a reminder.  The reminder?  That life and what happens in it are totally out of our control.  Oh, we search out the answers, educate ourselves to make the best decision possible, talk it out with friends and relatives, and then, as always, God's the one in control.  I hope that these words remind you, too.

by Patty Lynn

Perhaps you're feeling tired
From the struggles of life's fray.
You've won so many battles
And kept a few at bay.

But now you face a new one.
This one's the biggest yet.
Your tight rope's even higher.
You need a safety net.

So what is the solution?
Control's out of your hands.
Oh, what will be the outcome?
Will it be as you'd planned?

"Oh, you of little faith," He said.
"You never had control.
Your life is what I planned for you,
Down to your very soul.

When you are facing challenges,
When troubles seem to weigh,
I'm here to give your weakness strength,
If all you'll do is pray.

Come meekly, I'll deliver.
It's what I promised you.
You know, I'm called the Savior.
My promises are true.

The power of prayer's your map, my child,
When you have lost your way.
Don't listen to that "other voice, "
Be careful, don't obey...

For that will be a slippery slope,
With pitfalls, sticks and stones,
But if you do, just ask for help.
My child, you're not alone.

First, come to me when obstacles
Are standing in your way.
I'll make you strong, I'm what you need,
If only you will pray."