Friday, December 27, 2013


As this blog's title suggests, this is my final offering for 2013.  Can't quite wrap my head around the fact that this year is nearly over.  It has gone by amazingly fast at a time in my life that I wish time would move slower.  It's that old, "How much time do I have left on this sphere?  Will time and health have their way with me?"  The answer to question number one is, who knows. And the answer to question number two is a resounding, "Yes!"  But I'm not dwelling on that.  It doesn't do any good anyway.  My hope is that the upcoming years will be full (including a continued rich walk with God) healthy and filled with the joy of family and friends.

Tonight's blog, that is poem, was started about a week before Christmas and then with all the hubbub of the holidays,it got put on hold until today.  It has no real purpose other than it's a light-hearted look at something childish.  I do love writing from a child's perspective, or an adult being taught to be free and happy by a child.  Hopefully, children will enjoy reading this one and I'd have to say it's one more possible children's book to add to my collection.  I hope you enjoy it.

by Patty

A little girl that I once knew
Would only wear the color blue.

And whether she was dressed for play
Or off to church on Christmas Day...

Her clothes were always shades of blue.
A change to this would never do.

I asked her why, she told me this:
"Another shade would make me flip!

I know it's crazy but for me...
The color blue fills me with glee!

For shades of blue, why, that's my thing.
It makes me want to dance and sing!"

Right then and there she sang a song,
A ditty short, not very long.

And as she sang made up a dance.
She said, "Come on now, take a chance."

So timidly I tried my best,
To dance like her, at her request,

But it was hard for me to be
Like her so happy and so free.

She saw that I was timid, shy
Said, "Come on,give the dance a try."

I closed my eyes and 'round I flew
And as I did I felt brand new.

The dancing made me feel so free.
I understood what she called glee.

Then something happened, don't know why,
Behind the lid there in my eye.

Instead of black, why I saw green.
The prettiest green I'd ever seen.

That color made my spirit soar.
I never felt like that before.

And now when I'm a wee bit low,
I close my eyes and take it slow...

I think of green, my favorite hue,
And soon I know just what to do:

I sing a little song and then
I dance around just like my friend.

She taught me how to sing and dance.
Come on now, won't you take a chance?

Thursday, December 19, 2013


As some of you know, my older sister passed away this past February.  Hard to believe it's been almost a year and yet, isn't that the way life is sometimes, we blink and time flies so fast.  She had been ailing for a long time reduced to an electric scooter, completely unable to walk.  She was crippled in many other arthritic ways and lost the joy she found from crafting and designing.  However, she could still write poetry and this became the one thing we had in common. 

Her devoted husband had been entirely responsible for her care, an exhausting undertaking for a trained nurse aide but certainly a daunting task for a elderly man.  He is now 83 or 84 years old.  As demanding as it was caring for her as he did, it was what defined him, what gave his life meaning. And now...he's living alone in an apartment still loving, still missing her and I thought if I could write a poem for him, written in the "voice" of my sister, it might serve as some degree of comfort.  When he received it he was fighting back tears, telling me that I "had hit the nail on the head."

My Greatest Christmas Present
by Patty Lynn

Dear sweetheart, wanted you to know
I'm happy, feeling good,
With not a care, no aches or pains
I never thought I could...

Be walking tall, and skipping, too.
Each day is perfect here.
God's face is simply glorious.
The children are so dear.

I guess I never realized
That babies here would be.
You know how I love children
And babies, they're for me!

This place, this heaven, I call home
Is much more than I thought.
It's light and bright, perfection this.
It's worth the fight I fought.

But never think that I forgot
My life on earth with you.
As you loved me I loved right back.
With every year it grew.

Our years were filled with happiness
As we both raised "our baby."
With plain days and the special ones.
We loved that girl like crazy!

And then our bonus, her three boys!
What joy a grandson brings.
We helped Valynn but what we got
Was love returned and dreams.

As each boy grew we fed those dreams
With our encouragement.
You taught them to be honorable,
Respectful, decent men.

And as my health began to take
A toll on me and you,
No matter what I needed, dear
My darling, you came through.

And so this Christmas, the first one
When we are not together,
Don't miss me, dear, for I'm right here
And will be for forever.

You'll feel me in the morning sun
Each day, though warm or cold,
Within the stars as day is done
And so you must be told...

That I'll be waiting here for you
When your time comes like mine.
I won't need any help at all.
I'll run to you just fine...

And there I'll take your hand as we
Together share this life,
This place of sheer perfection,
A heavenly man and wife.

This Christmas I'll be there with you
My heart with yours forever.
Each memory of the past will be
A joy that we'll both treasure.

Please don't be sad this Christmas, dear,
I'm watching you from heaven.
My life with you will always be...
My greatest Christmas present.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Tonight as I was deciding which poems to choose for my next book, I realized that this post was never published to my blog.  I have no idea why but it wasn't and as read through it once again well, the tears kept coming.  It truly shows how precious grandchildren are to all of us lucky to be grandparents.  So, as a trip down Memory Lane, here is the post from 2013.

This title may seem a bit extreme but I've never been so serious in my life and I just had to share this with you.  I've been sick for about 10 days and consequently I missed my usual time with my grandchildren.  I only hoped they missed me as much as I missed them so you can imagine how surprised I was to hear how much one of the twins really did.

I picked both boys up from school on Monday and they looked genuinely glad to see me.  Although they both said, "I missed you, Grandma" I was in store for some musical evidence that my absence was truly felt.  Shortly before 5:30 when I had decided it was time for me to go home (I still don't feel a hundred percent,) Ian asked if I wanted to hear the song he wrote for me.  Of course I answered with a resounding "yes" and we proceeded to the office where he sat down at the piano.  Both boys have started piano lessons this year but are at a truly beginner level.  But Ian is certainly not at a beginner level in creativity or confidence.

This little tender-heartedseven-year-old began by telling me he had written a song for me but then corrected himself and said, no, it was five songs.  Regardless of the exact number, this Grandma was regaled with a series of the darlingest, composed on the spot, love songs expressing how he truly missed me.  Here is a sampling of some of the lyrics:  "Where is she, where is she.  I don't know where she is, I miss her, I miss her.  Guess I will only see her in my dreams.  My Grandma, I miss her, I wish that I could kiss her.  Oh, where is she, where did she go."  Can you even believe how sweet?  And now you understand my title for this blog.  I said to my husband when I called him on the way home, "After that song, if I had died that night I would have died a happy woman."  Grandchildren are such a joy and moments like these so far surpass joy that it's hard to give a descriptive word that could express it.