Friday, August 17, 2018

The Blessing of Wonderful Neighbors

Last week my next door neighbors invited my husband & me over  for a cook-out to celebrate their birthdays. They had milestone birthdays, one turning 50 the other turning 55. So...I decided to write each a poem (I know, predictable.)
Here they are:

THE BIG ’50!’
By Patty Lynn

When you were turning forty, I wrote a birthday ditty,
For that’s the year, “You're old”, you’re told, and “Lonnie, that's a pity!”
“You're over the hill, it's all downhill, this point, the forty mark.”
“The climbs not up, it's only down, the last leg of the arc”.

“The picture isn't bright”, they say, “And here's a black balloon.”
“Poor, you, your future’s only bleak, you'll sing a different tune!”
But you showed them you rose above, you proved to them they’re wrong.
Those mere 10 years were really good, you sang a different song!

That's right, stand tall, who says you’re old, why, you’ve just hit your stride.
You're living large and you’re in charge, the past you've lived with pride.
But now you've hit the big ‘50', and what’s your future hold?
It's bright, it's true, depends on you, there's no such thing as old!

Besides we've lived it, we've been there, we're speaking from experience.
We know from old, and it's not GOLD, in fact, it's marked with weariness...
And difficulty with the things that once were awfully easy,
Accepting there won’t be a time, when they will call you SPEEDY.

But 50, that’s not old at all, from this side you're a youngster.
It makes us jealous ‘cause, you see, your somewhere where we once were.
So relish every moment, dear, and savor each new day.
It's not an idle statement that Life's Short, just like they say.


JILL'S BIRTHDAY POEM 
BY Patty Lynn

For years I thought that we were blessed to have this neighborhood.
No matter what request was made, we knew that someone would...
Be willing to extend a hand, to help in times of need,
To show a brand of kindness that so often will exceed...

What you’ve requested since there is an empathy & care...
For one another and each need, so someone always there.
To say this is exceptional is just plain insufficient.
In many neighborhoods today, such caring's nonexistent.

For me, just that would be enough, and yet there's more to tell
Because I got the privilege of knowing one quite well.
We'd always shared the niceties that cordial neighbors do.
Her husband helped us many times, well, really quite a few.

But then his wife, my Jill next door, (my sister's names the same,)
Was diagnosed with something with a crazy kinda name.
Yes, torticollis made her neck, the muscles tense and so…
Her head turned down, her doctor said, “Here's Botox, there ya’ go.”

Long story short, it didn't help, she thought she had no options,
But then I mentioned what might be, but said, “You use some caution.”
She searched the information out, did what they call due diligence. 
I didn't know if this would work, to learn was my requirement.

Celluma is the name of this, light therapy for healing…
And skin and muscle spasms, too, and that made this appealing.
And I possessed the unit so she thought it worth a try.
We made a plan that twice a week the treatment I’d apply.

I'm happy to report that she has found her neck improved.
A year has passed though she's not cured, no longer she's consumed…
With worry & frustration that she'll never find relief,
And I have made a friend for life and that’s what I received.