Tuesday, December 17, 2019


Today's blog offers you two poems I wrote for the upcoming Christmas season. Although the slogan 
The Reason for the Season is one with which we're familiar, it's easy to forget in the hustle and bustle of preparing for our own festivities. To that end the first little short offering puts it back on track, back to where we should be, reminding us that we celebrate Christmas because of the birth of Our King.

The second poem is one I wrote a number of years ago when I was teaching pre-schoolers.  The message is the same but it's written from the perspective of a child.  Out of the mouths of babes...

The Promise Made Came True

Thanksgiving now behind us,
We long for Christmas time,
A time for friends and family,
A time when church bells chime
And all with glee prepare for this,
Hang stockings by the fire,
Put up the tree with presents 'round
And hear the angel choir
As we recall the Christmas when
The promise made came true.
And now as then, the Christ Child comes,
He comes for me and you.
Not just a Babe but Savior He
Who died that we might live
Forever there, in Heaven with Him.
His Love your sins forgive.

Baby Jesus, you’re so small
And yet I have been told
That you did really big, big things
When you were grown up old.
I ‘member Grandma told me that
You didn’t have a bed,
And so your Mama, carefully,
Laid down your little head
Into a manger made for cows,
But it was soft and clean.
She said you were the cutest boy
That she had ever seen!
And shepherds saw some angels white,
All singing in the sky.
At first they felt real scared inside,
Until they knew just why!
And fancy kings in golden coats
They came from very far,
To visit you because they saw
A bright and shiny star!
I wish I could have been there, too,
To see you as a baby.
If Mary said it was alright
I’d come real close and maybe
I’d pick you up so carefully
And whisper “I Love You.”
I may not understand all this
But I believe it’s true
That you growed up, became a man,
And died for everyone,
And someday I’ll see you for real.
We’ll both have lots of fun!
 I’ll see my Grandma once again.
I loved her soft, soft face.
Mom says they’ll be no wrinkles there,
She says you can erase!
The same way you erase my sins,
I know sometimes I’m bad,
But I know you forgive me,
And that you don’t get mad.
Mom tells me that she loves me
And that you love me, too.
I wish I was in Bethlehem
And I could visit you.
I love to hear the story of
Your birthday, long ago.
I know that’s why there’s Christmas time,
So everyone will know
That, Baby Jesus, you were born,
So soft and pink and small,
Of all the presents you're the best,
The bestest gift of all!

Saturday, November 23, 2019


Last Tuesday our dear, sweet Cooper left us, left us with the impossible task of deciding whether he should stay with us a bit longer or leave this world suffering.  He had developed a tumor that occupied his entire internal cavity, was unable to eat and eliminate and was in pain.  It didn't matter that we had him in our lives for 14 years, the thought of him not being with us was agonizing.  Yet we had to make a decision that even given all the medical facts was a difficult one.  Anyone who's had to make that decision will attest, it doesn't get much harder than that.  But we made the decision, the only one we could, a decision out of love not to let him suffer. And even though we know it was the right one, it doesn't make us miss him any less.  This poem is dedicated to him and all those out there that have had to deal with the loss of a pet.


They have a way of getting deep within the heart of you.
They fill your days with happiness and love their whole life through.
We call them pet and yet they are much more than that to us.
Their love is unconditional, they give because they must.

They fill our days with happiness, so glad when we are there,
That faithful wag, it tells us that they’ll always, always care.
A walk, a meal, a stroke, a hug, makes their whole world complete
For seeing us is all they need when gone an hour, a week.

It matters not the length of time we’ve left them there because
They know that we’ll return again, that tail is our applause.
The years go by and often we can take them so for granted.
We’re sure they’ll always be with us, not leave our world dismantled.

But life without them’s not the same, we miss them, miss them so,
No matter if their life was long, can’t bear to see them go.
And that’s because that part they had inside our hearts must be
Relinquished to the emptiness if we no longer see

That loving soul that’s occupied that special place within.
Our longing heart just wishes that we’d see that face again.
Yes, we are left in agony because we never thought
About that day when they’d be gone, conveniently forgot.

So here we are with lonliness and sadness that won’t end.
We’ve lost a part that can’t be filled except by that dear friend.
Impossible to fill the void that we must bear alone
But better we have been because they graced our life and home.

Wednesday, November 20, 2019


This post comes to you with an apology since, as the title expresses, it's been a long, long time.  I know I have been neglecting this blog but much has been going on.  I've been writing a book about my mother that I hope to have ready by Christmas as a gift for my family and re-publishing a poetry book that I previously published in 2010.  Though I haven't written any poetry for this blog, I have been writing poetry for birthdays and anniversaries as family members celebrated theirs but since they're personal in nature, I haven't posted them here.  That being said, with the suggestion of a friend, I include the following as an example of how humor can sometimes be found in the worst of circumstances.

Well, first I must apologize, I’ve been a bit remiss,
Could give you my excuses but I freely must admit
I have been writing, yes I have, but not so much a post
But that's about to change because this entry is foremost:


For those of you who know me well, you know I tend to fall,
Not just a simple tumble, no, let’s say, these falls aren’t small.
I’ve fallen down the basement stairs, a trip to the ER.
Yes, I concussed, t’was worth the fuss, and that one left a scar.

I’ve fallen in the garden plants, got up, then fell again.
I’ve fainted on the bathroom floor complete with bloody chin.
I fallen off the backyard deck and hit the bricks below,
Not even in the winter months, can’t blame the ice and snow.

There was the time I chased the dog but he just wouldn’t quit.
A trip upon stacks of sticks propelled me, I admit,
Into the side of the garage, I took a mighty smack.
ER again and all stitched up, I seem to have a knack.

Then there’s the time I sat right down upon the kitchen chair.
First, it was there, then it was not, but I was unaware.
I took a pretty hefty blow to my behind and then
No worse for wear, they stood me up and sat me down again.

But recently I fell outside the local pharmacy,
Misjudged the step, fell UP, I guess, inept, you must agree.
Now that completely laid me up, with four full days of rest.
I chipped my tooth, yes, it’s the truth, I wasn’t at my best.

Then three weeks later, just last week, I fell flat on my face,
Was coming in my own front door, tripped UP again with grace.
But that one was the hardest hit, my forehead and my cheek.
My purple “shiner’s” spreading now and I look like a freak!

My new eyeglasses bit the dust, my boots sustained a tear.
So there was damage, not just me, that fall gave me a scare.
Perhaps my depth perception is not quite what it should be
Or I maybe a clumsy oaf, misjudging what I see.

I haven’t got the answer, wish I did, to tell the truth.
It would be nice if falls and trips were like they were in youth.
No witnesses when you misstepped, that was your big concern.
Infrequent were the times you fell, each was a lesson learned.

But falls are different when you age, oft times bring injury
That can be serious, leave their mark, can cause you misery.
So take the word from one who knows, be careful when you step.
Think once then twice, observe the path, make this your daily prep!

Sunday, September 29, 2019


The above title is one that asks me to state the obvious because the only way to conclude it is: A long time since...I've posted anything to my blog. Duh! But there is a reason. No, I didn't move or die or forget and I'm really glad that I didn't do the middle one. Of course, I wouldn't be posting at all, if that were case. The truth is that I've been writing and it's been my focus for the past few months.

As a member of SCBWI, the Society of Children's Books Writers and Illustrators, I was working with other writers and posting some of my Children's Books, as they were also doing, and then critiquing one another's work. Their input was invaluable and lead us all to re-evaluate and rewrite our stories.  The fact that I was the only one who wrote in poem-form kept things interesting.  In between times I entered a few contests and even submitted some of my work to publishers but predictably it didn't lead to any of my stories or poems actually being "picked up," that is published. I say, actually, because I still have much to learn about the industry and one time I've found to be true from those who have shared their publishing journey is that securing a publishing contract takes years to gain.

I've attended a few writing conferences and participated in some online workshops but currently have been rewriting the 154-page book, WHAT'S IN A RHYME? that I self-published back in 2010. The process with a book that large has taken a lot of time but I had learned so much from the writing critiques that I wanted to go back and "improve" many of my poems, then republish it.  Hopefully, it will be ready for a proofer to go over soon and catch the things I've missed. Then I'll re-self-publish!

In addition, I've been writing an account if my mother's life that's nearing completion.  It's really a glimpse at her life with an emphasis on those experiences that I believe were, in part, responsible for the Bipolar Illness that she suffered from in the last 20 years of her life.  It will be a book l will also self-publish and give to members of our family.

So there you have it, the reasons why l haven't posted for a while and the ongoing reasons I probably won't be doing much posting until these projects are complete.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019


Did what, you ask? Well, I finally went beyond this blog, beyond the self-published books & dipped my toe in the writing world!  For the length of my life I haven't really investigated publishing or even what they call, honing my craft.  I had written a number of poems which were actually children's books and yet I hadn't pursued an a attempt at getting them "out there."

So my daughter introduced me to a woman she knew who had enjoyed some success in doing just what I hope to do, publish a children's book.  After meeting with her and learning that it's taken her 8 years to become a published writer I wasn't discouraged but quite the opposite.  And I was open to anything she suggested so when she told me that membership in a group called SCBWI had been extremely helpful to her, I immediately joined.  By the way, that stands for The Society of Children's Book Writer's and Illustrators.

As soon as I joined I was put in contact with 3 other fledgling writers and we critique each other's stories. That has been extremely helpful. Additionally, the organization has provided me with 4 opportunities to submit my work to a number of possibilities for publication, one ofnwhich was the same publishing company that published the three books by the woman I spoke with initially.

So there you have it. I've finally done it.  My first foray into becoming a published author has begun.  Hopefully, something tangible will come from it.
Wish me luck!

Friday, March 15, 2019


I really have a lot to tell you all but for today I'll just post this very applicable poem that I started a while back during another time of "writer's block.

By Patty Lynn

It’s been so long, so very long, since I have thought in rhyme.
In fact, it’s been about four months and that's a lot of time.
So what's the problem, why the gap, that's not at all like me?
Perhaps I'd better analyze just what is wrong with me?

There hasn't been a moment when I felt some inspiration,
Or moments fled, I went to bed, succumbed to sleep's sedation.
Another day, it came and went, I didn’t feel creative.
I guess, I'd say, each passing day, just left me vegetative.

It’s times like this I'd have to ask, what poem should Patty write?
But I’d be stumped for answers, my thoughts, they all took flight.
So now you see the reason why my poems have sorta stopped.
I don't know why, though hard I try, what plan should I adopt?

The truth is that I've written some, but wrote for private reasons,
A birthday here a wedding there or something for the season.
But for myself, I don't know how to get that "certain feeling",
I’m at a loss, my thoughts are tossed, I'm staring at the ceiling.

No, nothing comes though I try hard, I cannot find the answer.
But wait…I know the very thing…why, it's a baby's laughter.
That very thought and I am caught, with that, my thoughts ignite!
And now I can begin to write, with that my mind takes flight.

That’s just the thing to light the spark that starts with just a smile.
The picture takes, for goodness sake, and soon I’ll find the style
That best will serve the poem’s verse, the type of rhyme I’ll use,
And though it took some time for this, there’s no way to refuse.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Valentine Thoughts

Tonight I'm sharing a Valentine poem I wrote for a loved one.  I've removed some of the very personal aspects of the poem for this posting.

I do want to take this opportunity to let the readers know that if anyone would like an original poem written for you, such requests are welcome.  There is really nothing so meaningful as a poem specific to a particular person for a special occasion.

If that is something that you might want, all you have to do is contact me.  You can reach me at my email address: pmarshseverin@new.rr.com.

By Patty

This Valentine’s I wish that I could shower you with flowers,
With pounds and pounds of chocolates that you could eat for hours,
But some say that those flowers are explicitly for girls
And though you'd love the candy, dear, your health is my concern…

So, Sweetheart, I will give you just what I do each day,
A heart that loves and cares for you in every single way,
A friend that you can talk to, who'll listen to your thoughts,
Who'll offer a perspective, support you at all costs.

I'll be your friend and confidant, if that is what you need,
And even be available to sometimes intercede.
If that’s the thing you want from me I'll do it without question,
Agree with you I may not do, but consider yoursuggestion.

But all in all I'll love you, dear, with all my heart can give.
I'll be your wife, your friend for life, as long as we both live.
I didn't need a holiday to tell you all these things,
But Valentine's the perfect time because of what it brings…

It brings a concentration of things that all say LOVE,
Hearts and flowers, thoughts of Spring, and even turtle doves.
These words & gifts have always been with LOVE associated,
But simply put, I Love You, Dear, and that's not complicated!


Monday, January 7, 2019


Today's poem was one of those rare ones that almost write themselves. I haven't really been in a poetic mood for a while but I thought I should write something related to the fact that we're starting a new year.  So I started the first couple of lines, rewrote them a couple of times and, frankly, got nowhere.

Then today, I picked up my tablet and just started writing.  Not only did I find that it was "flowing" almost on its own but, surprisingly, I was able to experiment with a poem within a poem technique, where there's rhyming in the middle of a line.  So, the following is the result. 

By Patty Lynn

Today's the day a new year starts, two thousand and nineteen.
So like the rest I'll do my best with pledges that I mean.
Not empty, shallow promises, too difficult to keep
But so sincere, this is the year, I won't be a lost sheep… 

Disgusted that I cannot stick to goals most realistic,
Then beat myself with that same stick, becoming a statistic,
Just one more one who tries to do the things I wish I could do,
But, as they say, the well laid plans are plans laid to undo you.

Why do we set those goals at all, those things we know we should do?
Why can't they just be part of us, those things are just good for you?
Now, if you are committed, create a “fool-proof” way 
To stick to it, no trick to it, and you can save the day!

So quit that New Year’s habit of making resolutions.
Just change your ways, and don't delay, you'll come to this conclusion:
Evaluate your habits, sort out the bad for good,
And you will see, no mystery, to doing what you should!

The payoff is you’re better, the new YOU is the bomb!
Facilitate, you'll radiate the changes that you want.
So leave those lists and focus, the changes can be made
And best of all, well, you'll stand tall, no New Year's games were played!