Sunday, January 29, 2012


I was in a poetic frame of mine yesterday. I had written a poem for my son's birthday and I had been ruminating for sometime about our plight, places we could travel to and whether there were any places that could offer us comfort, for sitting and sleeping. It really does come down to that when it's all said and done.

You look forward to retirement and all the things you've now got the time to do, places you'd like to see, friends you'd like to visit and then practicality rears it's ugly head. When comfort is the first concern, where you can sit comfortably after a day of walking and then what kind of sleeping arrangements will suit your special needs... A few years ago I was given an adjustable bed. 5 years previous to that, I slept in a recliner. I know I could probably do alright with a night or two but beyond that... So you see the problem: how do we leave home and take home and its comforts with us.

With that in mind this little poem came to light.

by Patty Lynn

Ten years ago when we were just a newly married pair
We dreamt about retirement and all the time we'd share.

We talked about vacationing, would like to take a cruise,
Or maybe we'd be snowbirds-our plans just couldn't lose.

Just what to pick, what place to go. We'd eenee-minee-mo it.
It didn't matter what we'd choose. We knew we couldn't blow it.

But then it happened to us both. The old arthritis struck
Along with lots of surgeries and since then we've been stuck.

We need our chairs, out lazyboys and I can only sleep...
When my bed is adjustable. A standard makes me weep.

Our aches and pains are always there. There's no way to escape 'em.
And since we haven't got a choice, I guess we have to face 'em.

We have each other, that's for sure. Who cares if it's not fair.
It doesn't matter where we are as long as we're a pair.

Saturday, January 28, 2012


For those of you who have been there, turning 40 for some, was pretty traumatic, even if we don't want to admit it. I, for one, found turning 30 more difficult because it seemed that I was in my 20's forever. The first time I said it, it got stuck in my mouth, thii...ii..irty. Yikes. I couldn't believe I was actually thirty, so I emphathize with my son who will turn 40 on January 31st. The family is getting together today for cake and ice cream and, though it's a few days off, for all intents and purposes, we're celebrating his birthday today.

All the trauma aside, those 40 years were incredible. As a parent I can say that I am so proud of my son and what he has achieved and it's really special to have him, his wife and his daughter living in the same town. I can see first hand what a fine husband and father he's become while still creating opportunities to continue developing his exceptional artistic talents.

This little poem is what I hope will give him a laugh and a moment's reflection of those 40 years.

by Mom

I know that you're 40,
But how can that be?
I guess that I had you
When I was just three!

They say that age 40's
The new 30, dear,
Though we wish it were true,
It's just not so, I fear.

Age is simply a number
And, yes, it marks years,
But if any were lost,
It'd bring you to tears.

'Cause then you'd have missed
All the good with the bad.
You'd never have experienced
All the joys that you've had.

Years do make a difference,
Make you who you are,
A husband, a father,
A provider, a star.

So cherish the years
And embrace those to come,
For you know it'll happen...
Next years 41!