Saturday, January 28, 2017

AN IMAGINATIVE PERSPECTIVE

Unlike my other blog posts, this one has made me unsure as to whether or not to actually post this to my blog. The reason... this poem is just my opinion and I know many don’t share it.  I also know that our new President has only been in office a few days and we’ll have to see what happens in the days to come. 
So, that being said, I hope those who don’t share my opinion will read this one, if only for its poetic value.  This was written before the inauguration and echoes the opinion of many people.  If nothing else, this may give you an idea of how those who opposed Trump are feeling.  Please keep an open mind.  This may not be your perspective but it is another viewpoint.

THE NIGHTMARE
By Patty Lynn

Please, wake me up, I’m dreaming, I’m having a bad dream,
Or better put, a nightmare and, O, how real it seemed.
The whole thing really bothered me, I’ll tell you what I dreamt,
It surely was upsetting, for hours I have spent…

Imagining this billionaire, an ego maniac,
A guy who cheated, lied and stole, for sure no Brainiac,
This guy, he was elected to be our President.
He’d never held an office, yet he would represent…

Our country and its people, would run the whole shebang.
I knew that couldn’t happen, and yet I felt a pang…
Of such regret and worry that this catastrophe…
Was something of my doing, the guilt belonged to me.

Oh, thank you, I’m awake now and happy it's not real.
While I was dreaming I was scared, now so relieved I feel…
That such a weird and awful thing, it hasn’t taken place.
My body felt the ill effects, you should have seen my face!

What’s that, you say it happened, that is the way it is?
This guy has been elected, our country’s really his…
To run and govern solely, a guy who’s life has been
One deal after another, who could have chosen him…

To be our nation’s president, a man we look up to,
This selfish, multi-billionaire, this really can’t be true!
And here I thought I dreamt it, my nightmare, it was real?
I’m really flabbergasted, I don’t know how to feel,

I guess I’ll have to wrap my mind around this revelation,
Though simply just the thought of it brings total devastation!
You’re telling me the voting showed he carried the majority?
How could this man, this charlatan, have all of this authority?

I know, I know, it’s over now, no need to hash it out,
And yet I’m filled with so much rage, I wish that I could shout,
“It isn’t true, it’s just a dream, a nightmare, that’s for sure.”
I pray that God will help us all and He’ll provide the cure.

Friday, January 13, 2017

THE SHOE'S ON THE OTHER FOOT

On Monday, January 9th, my husband, Frank, had a very complex and delicate back surgery, the first really, big surgery he's had since we've been married.  And let me say, it was horrible, horrible for him because of the complexity and the pain of it and horrible for me as the loved one, watching and waiting.  Frank's done it so many times with me as the patient but aside from some small surgical procedures he's had, this is the first time he was the patient.  As you might have guessed, I would much rather be the patient.  So tonight's offering puts it all in perspective.

THE OTHER SIDE
By Patty Lynn

I’ve had a lot of surgeries, a lot, if truth be told,
From feet to knees to back and more, and, yes, I’m getting old.
But through it all my husband, Frank, has really had to deal,
But this time I have learned, first hand, exactly how that feels.

Yes, this time it was my turn, to worry and to wait,
To watch the clock and wonder what would really be his fate,
To while away the hours and, in truth, it would take four,
Then on to the recovery room, that took an hour more.

When finally he was in a room and I could see his face
The time that I spent wondering & worrying were erased.
Though loopy and not quite himself, it really didn’t matter,
I heard the doc say, “it went well,” the rest was idle chatter.

Soon I would have to go back home without him, as we planned,
But even so, the emptiness was more than I could stand.
I worried ‘bout the hospital, what his night had in store
But I was sound asleep as soon my feet left the floor.

The next day came and I prepared to go & see, my Frank,
But just before I left he called, I thought it was a prank,
Because he said he’d been discharged and I could take him home.
The next day after surgery, did I hear right on the phone?

But, sure enough, he could go home, his pain, it was controlled,
Though what they should’ve told us was, that more pain would unfold.
The next day & the next would prove to be a bit more painful,
And dealing with the aftermath was in a word, DISDAINFUL!

He called the doctor’s office, said what his pain was like,
We were surprised when we were told “Adjustment to the height.”
What did they mean, what could it be, that’s when we said, “Say, what?
With spacers in he’s taller now, the change, why it’s clear-cut.
  
His body is adjusting now to being one inch taller
Without the discs, which we replaced, he used to be much smaller.”
Well, that had never been discussed but, boy, it sure made sense.
We understood the logic, explained why muscles tense.

So here we are, we’re dealing now and know it will be painful,
But with more walking ‘round the house the spine will be more stable.
And consequently, he will gain the loss of his mobility.
He’ll move again without the pain, regain his flexibility.

That’s “down the road” but that’s the goal, there’s healing to be done.
We’ll persevere and pray a lot, the battle's far from won.
We knew this road would be hard-fought, and, yes, it truly is,
But with God’s help he knows he can, the victory will be his.

The shoe is on the other foot, my husband is the patient
And I confess, I’d rather have the usual situation.
But that’s because I’ve had the very best of caretaker,
So I’m content to be nurse while Frank is the partaker.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

THE RED KETTLE BRIGADE


On December 23rd my grandchildren, Gavin and Ian and I, served as Salvation Army Red Kettle bell ringers.  I’m sure they didn’t know what to expect, nor did I, but we got right into it, donning our Santa hats and ringing our bells.  We were at Woodman’s stationed between the doors at the liquor department entrance and I’ve got to say the flow of customers was continuous for the two hours we were there. No comment from me on the need for alcohol at the holidays.

But ready we were to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and let them know that
WE energies were matching all their donations. That was an added incentive to give.  And give they did, happily and generously.  We were amazed to see some folks put in twenties and fifties! But how much was given made no difference to us, we were just content to share a Christmas greeting and watch the faces of people who often shared the same in return.  Ian & Gavin kept saying how much fun it was & I concurred.  What’s more they had the feeling of satisfaction from doing something for the community.  Looks like next year we’ll be joining the Red Kettle brigade again!

A DOSE OF CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
By Patty Lynn

Tonight was such a special night, so much more than we thought.
We rang our bells encouraging the passersby we caught…
To share a gift, just what they could, from bills to their loose change.
It didn’t matter the amount, or what the pail contained,

What mattered was the joy we felt with every Christmas greeting.
For folks who came in there to shop, and unexpected meeting.
When they looked up and smiled, too, and shared a “Merry Christmas,”
It filled us up, that short exchange, so glad we hadn’t missed this.

We wore our festive Santa hats, we surely looked the part.
Three troubadours who saw their Christmas spirit get its start.
And I would bet our greetings gave the patrons what we had,
The reason for the season, and that sure can’t be bad.

So, all in all, we may have given hours to our community,
But we got more than what we gave with this fun opportunity.
We all agreed we want to ring those bells again next year.
It made our season just to share a bit of Christmas cheer.