Sunday, January 31, 2016


Last week I had a delightful "lunch date" with a young women from my past.  Now 28, she was all grown up, pretty and as smart and capable as I could have predicted she'd be.  She's home now, back in Georgia, back to what's familiar and more importantly, back where she's happy.  I won't go into any details as the poem explains much of them.  I hope you enjoy it.

By Patty Lynn

The other day was just the best, a lunch spent with a friend.
We talked and talked and talked some more, I thought it wouldn’t end.
You see we hadn’t talked like that for many, many years.
We sat and reminisced a bit, oft times were brought to tears.

I figured it’d been 10 years since we had seen each other,
And 10 years more since she was small and I was her stepmother.
And in the meantime she grew up and moved away from here,
Another place, another life, I’m glad she reappeared.

Some irony that it had been the passing of her Dad
That brought us here, let us recall some memories we had.
And it was great to see, first hand, the woman she’d become,
So self-assured and capable, so many battles won.

Another trial brought her back, to settle the estate,
Though it seemed insurmountable, the job she did, first rate.
But not without its stress and angst, I don’t know how she did it.
A lesser child would take one look and simply want to quit it.

It took four months and then at last she took a broom to floor,
Turned out the lights, took one last look, and then she closed the door.
And so that chapter had its end, though nice to reconnect.
She’s left Wisconsin and the snow, now “home” would take effect.

For there she lives a simple life, and that’s how she describes it,
With animals and plants to grow, the man she loves, besides it…
Is everything she wants in life, a beautiful existence.
She’ll maybe visit here again but only on insistence.

I’m glad we had the time we did, a time of re-connection.
We shared a lot, we laughed a lot, enjoyed each recollection.
I’m hoping she’ll come back one day and we can get together.
Though years may come and years may go, this day we will remember.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


If you're like me you see how we've become the technology generation to point that if you're waiting for a bus, waiting for your kids or waiting in line at the supermarket, no one talks to each other anymore.  Now I know there's no requirement that says you have to strike up a conversation with a stranger while you're waiting, but sometimes it's nice just to share a few pleasantries with another human being.  I especially find it interesting when there's a hallway of parents, babysitters, or grandparents waiting for their kids after school and everybody's buried in their phones.  I'm surprised everybody in the world isn't suffering from severe neck aches from looking down for so long.  But technology is here to stay and I thought I'd write a little ditty about this all too prevalent a problem.

By Patty Lynn

I know we’d all be lost without our cellphones every day,
But those whose phones are well-equipped, I wish they’d find a way
To disengage, talk face to face, when people are around,
Instead of checking, texting, posting, always looking down.
What happened to the art they call, let’s see, communication?
It seems as though the “art of talk” is lost, is on vacation.
So though it’s grand to have that phone and all the things it does.
I’ve got to say, I’d rather have my life the way it was.
Technology, it has its place, computer, tablet, phone.
But I prefer in-person talk than typing all alone.

T is for the length of TIME I’ve wasted on my screen.
E is checking EMAIL as against this wall I lean.
C is for COMMUNICATE that I only do online.
H is for this HABIT that I wish was just part-time.
N is NEVER TALKING to others who’re around.
O is ONLY looking down, not up, but always down.
L is for the LOSER, ‘cause that’s what I’ve become.
O it’s oh, so OBVIOUS that I’m not the only one.
G are GOOD INTENTIONS, to speak much more in-person. 
Y is YES, I know this is, a problem, that’s for certain.

Thursday, January 7, 2016


It's been an eventful week.  I planned to take down the Christmas tree and decorations and get some organizational things accomplished.  But, as they say: "The best-laid plans of mice and men..."

Monday at noon as I was heating up the cheese in the microwave, something unexpected happened.
I turned it on and suddenly it made this horrific noise and nothing would heat.  Just what I needed, a broken microwave, and right after the additional costs of the holidays.

So I thought I'd find out about the life expectancy of this appliance and the probable culprit when the heating stops, cold (pun intended.)  I won't go into detail but the general consensus was, well, better yet, I'll let my latest poem tell it.

By Patty Lynn

We had a simple microwave we bought 6 years ago
And yesterday it chose to die, which wasn’t apropos.
Why is it things aren’t made today so they will really last?
It wasn’t like that years ago, things lasted in the past.

We sought out a repairman who said it wouldn’t pay
To get it fixed, he plainly nixed that thought we had today.
“You see, he said, “they’re only made to last but a few years.
Accept it, that’s the way it is, so dry your little tears.”

“It would cost more to fix it than it’s really worth, that’s why
If you got six years, ma'am, that’s great, they typically last five.”
“Five years, that’s crazy,” I replied, “How can that be the case?
So companies just make things cheap, that leaves a sour taste!”

And so we didn’t have a choice, we had buy a new one.
We looked and looked and shopped and shopped; that process is such fun.
They brought it by just yesterday, installed it, hauled away…
My old one, I thought all was well…until it all turned gray.

I opened up my microwave, no problem, then I tried...
To close the door, yikes, what’s the deal, so hard I almost cried!
So tell me why the easy things seem difficult to do?
Just why can’t things be tested first before they’re brought to you?

So now the business has to send another microwave,
Exchange it for the one I got and hope it will behave.
Another day we have to wait for a delivery.
If life is short why must such things take precious time from me?

Tuesday, January 5, 2016


Well, we're 5 days in to 2016 and I've written my first poem this year.  It is a bit "tongue in cheek" but the message, or should I say, the resolution to write more poems in the new year, is sincere.  I have made a new commitment to my writing so I hope you'll hear more from me this year. At least, that's my intent.  And to that end I offer you:

By Patty Lynn

I’ve made a resolution like many often do
Because the year's just started, in short, the old year’s through.
And so here goes, yes, this is it, my promise to myself.
I’m going to write more poems this year, my goal is more than twelve.

But just how many, I can’t say, a lot is my intent.
It’s just that last year I fell short, ideas came and went.
To say I had a dry spell is putting it, well, mildly,
But this year I’ll attack it hard, not timidly but wildly.

Because I’m so determined, to keep my resolution,
I’ll make it clear to you, my friend, so there is no confusion.
I’m going to be prolific and wax on quite poetic.
This promise of my future goals is, as they say, prophetic.

I’ll find ideas that will be most clever, entertaining
And once I’ve written two or three, I’ll crank them out maintaining…
A dedication to my art, define myself as POET,
And anyone who reads my work, will absolutely know it.

Yes, I’ll make sure the world describes my work as simply brilliant,
But if someone finds fault with me, I’ll prove myself resilient.
Though they might feel entitled and judge my work unfairly,
I’ll never let it bother me, well, better said, just rarely.

Perhaps I’ll write another book and share the poems I’ve written.  
A thick one so you know that I’ve by writing’s bug been bitten.
In fact, I’ll write so many poems that people will take notice,
Remarking that they’ve never seen a poet who’s more focused.

And soon I will be famous and appearing on TV,
Be interviewed and followed, too, to get a glimpse of me.
But then I’ll come to realize, I’ve no more time to write.
My lofty goal to write more poems has caused me to lose sight…

Of what’s important, why I write and what inspires me,
What peeks my interest, moves my soul, what my desires be.
So I’ve concluded from all this that writing has a pace.
My love of writing’s all I need, that nothing can erase.