Monday, September 19, 2011

SOMETIMES A POEM CAN WRITE ITSELF

I chose the title of this blog as this was the case with this poem.  The subject was not weighing heavy on my mind; it was somewhere in the back recesses as I do believe this scenario plays itself out in more homes than we think.
With unemployment at an all time high, I'm sure there are those who are caught in this self-medicating trap on both sides of the issue.  Those who have jobs are being asked to do the work of two so as to keep expenses down and often those who can't find a job are feeling undervalued and hopeless as the months tick away with no prospects.

With that being said I submit the following:

DELUSION
by Patty Lynn

You may think you need alcohol
At night when day is done,
To rest, unwind, you know, relax,
The work day's battle done.

Besides you like the way you feel,
The kids are unaware,
OK, they see their dear ol' dad,
With glass in hand, who cares...

You're certain they don't know the truth,
That dad, he just can't cope.
You're sure they think that it's ice tea,
At least, that's what you hope.

But mister, you delude yourself,
And someday you may see
This same behavior in your kids,
No matter he or she.

For kids will always imitate
Your habits, good or bad.
Their love is unconditional
For mother and for dad.

So heed my words, there's much at stake,
Not just a drink or two,
And God awaits your fervent prayer
For help to see you through.

It won't be easy, that's for sure,
But family's what matters,
And with commitment and God's help
This habit's left in tatters.

And pretty soon you'll be on track
With God's strength and your own.
Delusions gone, you're seeing clear,
Restoring happy home.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

THE BIG "C"

As I'm sure many of you can say, everyone's life is touched in some shape or form by cancer. This insidious disease permeates every walk of life, every personal connection and every family at some time. Recently, one of my neighbors was stricken with ovarian cancer and is in the throws of chemotherapy, the half way point, she tells me.
As some of you know, my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer a few years ago. As I felt with my sister, I wished to be able to "do" something for my neighbor, feeling so helpless, so yesterday I wrote a little poem for her and included it in a card with a gift certificate attached. She was touched by my words and I felt I had done "something." I have attached it here:

HIS PLAN
by Patty Lynn

You think you've got life figured out
And know what to expect,
And then it happens - can it be?
"C'mon now, I object...

To things that throw me for a loop,
Invade my normalcy.
I never thought I'd have to face
What's happening to me!"

But through such things God teaches us
Control is only His,
And though it's hard to understand,
His plan is what this is.

So take to heart how much He cares,
You'll never be alone.
He's watching and He's loving you
Atop His heavenly throne.

And those of us who love you here
Are caring deeply too.
We're here to help, to help you through
Our hearts stretched out to you.

You who have lent a helping hand
To others for so long,
Please take ours now,
And see just how...
Our love can make you strong.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

KIDS SAY THE DARNEDEST THINGS

Initially this was going to be the title of today's blog but as I began writing the poem, it didn't seem to be as appropriate as I originally thought.   As a side note, I am baffled at how long it took me to compose. For whatever reason, I spent longer writing and re-writing this poem than any other one before. What's funny is that this poem is as straight out of real life as I get. As you read it I think you'll understand just why it will always be one of my most treasured memories.   When KIDS SAY THE DARNEDEST THINGS, they have the ability to catch us so off-guard that they instantly reach the deepest part of our hearts.

WE'RE YOUR BOYS
by Patty Lynn

Now, in the car last week we talked
My twin grandsons and me,
About how we're a family.
My hope was that they'd see...

What is so hard to understand,
The simplest family tree,
That their grown mom was once a child,
And grandma's child is she.

They know we're all "connected"
And try to comprehend
That someday they'll get married
'Cause that's what God intends.

They know that they will grow up,
I said someday they'd find
A girl to be with always
Who'd love them all the time.

Imagine my heart melting
When one twin said to me,
"I'm going to marry you, Gram.
We both will. Wait and see."

I said that I would love that,
Two husbands, lucky me.
But I just wasn't ready,
Could not the next foresee.

The words with which they followed,
These cherished two, my joys,
Were what to them was logic:
"Well, Grandma, we're your boys."