Saturday, April 3, 2021


There are 6 - 9 of us who get together with Zoom each month.  These are gals I went to college with some 50 years ago, yes, 50 years.  I can hardly wrap my mind around it, either.  We all went to a Lutheran College preparing us to be elementary teachers.  Imagine, 1967 graduates and we all are lucid and able to still put our thoughts and words together into complete sentences.  Shocking, I know.

We all look forward to our hour's time together swapping stories and sharing changes and in the case of the poem that's created here, to celebrate!  One of the gals was just given a cancer-free report.  It was her 3rd bout with breast cancer and when I learned that, I created this card to send her my congratulations for her triumph!  I've included a link here if you want to actually see the card.

Here's the poem only:


I can’t begin to tell you just how thrilled I am for you!
This road has been a journey long, but you have seen it through.
Not once, not twice but even three, so let's pray three's the charm...
And there will be no chemo and no pokes there in your arm...

Unless it is a booster that is for your Covid Vax.
And while we're on the subject, let's hope ALL accept the facts
About the need for everyone to have their vaccination
And we'll get back some normalcy like taking a vacation...

Because for you and Roger that may be plain overdue,
Or just a lovely dinner in a restaurant, for two.
Because your body's cancer-free, I’m just so glad to say it!
God intervened on your behalf for it was He who gave it.

And He will see you through what’s next, no matter what may be.
Just know that I will pray for you, continually, you’ll see...
More blessings that He has in store, the future’s bright, I know.
He’s held you in His loving arms but more He will bestow...

Upon you and your years ahead, He’s there for all of us,
And all He asks is our belief and that we always trust.
Small price to pay when His love cures, a love that’s always true.
This verse is just my way to say, “Congrats and cheers to you!”

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

It's Nice to say Thank You is a Poetic Way!

This is a poem I wrote today to say thank you to our neighbors across the street.  Every year they take care of all our snow removal, without fail.  We've never asked, they've just decided that they would be happy to do so.  Whether there's scarcely any snow at all or the snow falls many times throughout the day, they shovel two or three or four times if it's needed.  

It's a wonderful selfless gift to us as our driveway is quite substantial. That's why every year I thank them in a poem and until this year, we'd include a gift card for a restaurant.  This year we're remembering their kindness with a debit card that they can choose to use anywhere they wish.  So I share it with you here.


This winter’s been a cold one; we’ve had more ice than snow,
But when the snow is on the ground there’s one thing that we know.
We know that we can count on you to shovel it with skill,
And if we have to get out quick, there’s no doubt that we will.

Yes, we both know we'll get right out because our driveway’s clear.
Your family’s taken care of it, of that, we have no fear.
My challenge every year is this: to write a thank you poem,
A different one to thank you for the kindness that you’ve shown.

If there’s a neighbor's handbook that can tell you how to be...
The very best, the best there is, your picture there, we’d see!
But seriously, we both believe that’s it’s important to...
Live out your faith, show every day, God lives inside of you.

We Christians have the privilege of being saved in Christ,
And living in that truth for Him’s a blessing in our life.
We wish we could reciprocate, it's caused us both frustration.
But though we’d love to do in kind to show appreciation...

This aging’s curse puts limits on our capabilities.
That’s why we hope this gift will give some possibilities.
It comes with thanks and gratitude for all you do each year,
So use it now or celebrate when Covid isn’t here!

Sunday, March 7, 2021



By Patty Lynn

We didn’t hesitate a bit, we got the Pfiser shot.
Don’t think that we’re immune, O, no, the fact is we are not.
The vaccine is protection so you don't get really sick,
But if you get the virus, your recovery is quick.

The point of this is to avoid the kind of suffering
Where families will only hope that you’re recovering.
Since many never did go home, I said, "I’m sure I’ll be
The first to get a Covid shot when it is time for me."

I know the world is sick of masks and social distance, too.
I am, as well, but now it’s time, the time is right for you...
To go and get your Covid shot when your group qualifies
And we can finally rid ourselves of days we’ve agonized...

Because so many people died, more people every day!
So if we can achieve an end to all of this, I say,
“Let’s do whatever we can do to stop the madness now.”
Agree that's vaccination? Well, then I say, “Take a bow!”

So if you're wond’ring if you should, I'll tell you that I did!
You get yours, too, and if you do, don't keep your choice well-hid.
If we can get a lot of folks to get their vaccination,
We’ll have that “herd immunity” and Covid-free elation!

And won't it be just wonderful to finally be the way,
The way we used to be? Oh, such a happy, happy day!
No masks or keeping faraway from those we love so much.
For me, I cannot wait till I can simply hug and touch...

The ones I've missed, to share a kiss, it’s simply overdue!
For granted these, no, never, please, that's something I won’t do.
I'll cherish every moment and each person that I love,
I’ll hang on tight, with all my might, to Covid give a shove!

Tuesday, February 23, 2021


                                                 EVERYTHING'S BIG WHEN YOU'RE LITTLE

This is a story about a long-ago house, my favorite house. I lived there when I was five. That house was such a special place. It wasn’t like any house I'd ever seen. In fact, the best word to describe it is, UNIQUE, even from the outside.

It had a pointy roof that reminded me of a house Mother Goose might live in. It sat on a little hill and had a small porch with a tiny roof over it, just big enough to protect you if it was raining or snowing. The front windows had a crisscross pattern on the very top, something I'd never seen before. Just inside the front door, you’d see my favorite spot, my window seat! I loved to sit there on sunshiny-days and read my books. It made me feel all warm inside!

It was a HUGE house and the living room and dining room had rounded walls with rounded corners! The kitchen was gigantic with cupboards that went all the way up to the ceiling! Even grown-ups needed a kitchen ladder to reach the top shelves, a perfect place to store things you didn't use every day.

My second favorite place was my Mom and Dad’s bedroom because Mom had wallpapered the ceiling! Sounds funny, doesn't it? But it wasn't only unique for that reason. That wallpaper had a dark-blue background with lots and lots of stars! I remember taking my naps in there and pretending I was outside looking up at the night sky and counting all those stars!

It's funny really. I'm all grown up now and I still have such special memories of that house even though something happened many years later that could have changed that, forever.

One summer’s day, when I was fourteen, I had a chance meeting at the corner grocery store. Stores like that are almost non-existent today but little stores were commonplace back then. It was just a store that the neighborhood people would go to when they needed some milk or bread or eggs.  

On this particular day I met a girl who was about my age and we started talking. We asked each other about where we went to school and she asked me where I lived. When I asked her, she told me she lived just up the block. I said, “I used to live in a little white house up the block.”  She asked, “The one with the pointy roof?” “That's the one,” I said. “That’s my house!” she answered and we both laughed.

I told her how much I loved that house and much to my surprise, she asked if I’d ever like to see my old house again.  “Of course,” I told her. “I’d love to!” and we exchanged phone numbers. I was thrilled when she called!  Between the two of us, we figured out a time it was convenient with her parents and mine and set a date. When that day finally arrived, I was beside myself with excitement!  Just having a chance to see my favorite house again was a dream come true. Slowly I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She came to the door and I walked in.

At that moment, all my memories started quickly rushing back. How strange it was to be back there again, like stepping back in time. The furniture was different, of course, but the rooms my Mother wallpapered, the walls she and Dad had painted green hadn’t changed. But…as I walked through the house…it became very clear that the memories of my five-year old self couldn't prepare me for this!

Those memories were of a big house with large rooms, a huge kitchen with cupboards that went up to the ceiling…but what I found was…that my forever-loved house with the window seat and rounded walls was actually very, verysmall. Seeing it now, I would have described it as a quaint, cute, LITTLE, house, not at all the HUGE house I remembered.

After my brief tour, I thanked my new friend and slowly walked home. Still reeling from the shock of seeing my favorite house as almost an adult, I made a promise to myself. That promise was always to keep those five-year-old's memory of my much-loved house as they had always been, tucked safely away in my heart. I learned an important lesson that day. Everything’s BIG…when you’re LITTLE!




















Monday, February 8, 2021


 Read something last night that made me laugh and had to write something similar in poem form.  I hope you get a kick out of it.  I know I did.


    By Pat Severin

 If you can start the day without the aid of that ‘ol cupper,

If you can do it all without assistance from an upper,

If you can be, eternally, a cheerful, pleasant guy,

     And though you have some aches and pains, you don’t on drugs rely,

If you resist complaining and don’t share your boring troubles…

     Because you know reliving them can sometimes make them double,

If you can eat the same old food and somehow still be grateful,

     And be excited anyway with every single plateful,

If you can understand the fact that sometimes folks are busy,

     And if they are you never get yourself into a tizzy,

If you do not resent it if you’re criticized or blamed…

     Because you take it all in stride, that your mistakes are named,

If you can recognize your stress but somehow conquer tension,

     Accepting it’s the way life is and need no intervention,

If you lie down and always sleep, wherever you may be…

     It must be true, I credit you, and, yes, the world can see…


That if these things are true of you, there’s only one conclusion,

I mean just one, and now I’m done, let there be no confusion…


That you must be, most probably, the faithful  


Thursday, February 4, 2021


                                                     Southern Mountain Cavy

I finally finished the latest story. I can't guarantee there aren't some grammar or spelling errors. I'm terrible at proofing. But here it is:

                                             A RAT CALLED FRED

                                       By Patty Lynn

There was a little rat called Fred who couldn’t help be sad

For he was born without a tail which made poor Fred feel bad.

The other rats made fun of Fred and this is what they said,

“Why, you’re a freak, not strong, you’re weak, you don’t belong here, Fred!”


What’s even worse, his brothers, too, said awful, hurtful words.

They bullied Fred, they’d laugh and said, “Hey, Fred, you’re for the birds!”

And every single time they did all Fred could do was cry,

“Why haven’t I a tail?” he’d wail, “Please tell me, tell me why?”


He couldn’t shake the bully’s words; he tried but Fred felt sad.

“There is no use,” said Fred the rat, seems tears are all I have.

But mother rat, who loved him so, said, “Freddie, dear, take heart.

There’s something I must tell you, now, I should have from the start.”


“I was afraid that if I did, you’d think you don’t belong.

But now I see you’re always sad and know that I was wrong.

I will explain and I should tell your brothers, too, I fear.”

She called his brothers, they sat down and said, “It will be clear.”


“When you were just a baby, Fred, your Dad left you with me,

Because your Dad and Mom had come from far away, you see.

They lived in Argentina but were captured by some men…

Who knew they were unusual, could sell them both and then…”


“They came to live inside a cage, at Clancy’s Old Pet Shop.

Your Mom had you, was pretty weak and told your Dad to stop.

“Stop making plans to leave this place, I’m much too weak to make it!”

Escape with you, she couldn’t do, her body couldn’t take it.


The next day your determined Dad tried hard to wake your Mom,

But though he tried he finally knew that your sweet Mom was gone.

That’s when your Dad took you and ran and found me here that day.

He knew that you would need a Mom and asked me, “Can he stay?”


“I raised you as my very own; I didn’t think it mattered,

A tail or not, I didn’t know without one you’d be shattered.

The truth is you are not a rat; Oh, Fred, can forgive me?

You look like us but you are called a southern mountain cavy.”

“You see, a cavy has no tail, you’re something special, son.

You thought you should look like a rat, the same as everyone.

But now you know you truly are the way that you should be?

My precious boy, you’ve been my joy, I hope that you can see…”


“That we are still a family, you’ll always be my son.

I’m sorry I kept this from you, but feared that you would come…

To all the wrong conclusions of just why I did, she said.

“You mean there’s nothing wrong with me? I thought there was,” said Fred.


That’s when this mountain cavy smiled and all his brothers, too.

“We're sorry, Fred, forgive us, please, for how we treated you?

We’ll show you love, not hurtful words, we promise this today.

Please know that now we understand and mean just what we say!”


And so the little rat called Fred kissed all those tears goodbye.

He knew exactly who he was and knew the reasons why…

He didn’t have a tail but now felt special as could be!

“I’m proud to say, I'm not a rat! I’m a mountain cavy!”



Saturday, January 30, 2021


In an effort to both be more committed to post regularly to my blog and still write my children's stories, I will combine the two, here in Poetically Speaking.  So this is my introduction to that concept and hopefully, my next children's story will be posted soon.  Cross your fingers and toes that this will work. 


By Patty Lynn

It's time to write a story, a story must I write.

Will l complete this morning or will it take all night?

But first comes an idea, but just what will it be?

A story true to write for you or one made up by me?

It must be one for children, for children I must write.

For children love a story sweet or one that gives a fright.

And so my mind runs rampant. The subjects I could pick

The list is long, what's right, what's wrong, I'll think of something quick.

A talking dog, a Sunday walk, a trip to Saturn's rings,

A Sunday drive to see a hive, a bird who never sings

Or I might choose and just can't lose if I write one that rhymes

My specialty, l bet you'll see, for me that kind it binds…

My talent to my love for kids, they like to hear a rhyme.

The meter captures children's ears; they perk up every time.

And once you pique their interest, your story's on its way...

To reach their heart, a rhyme's the start, their mind's are there to stay.

And so next time I'll post it here, the story I will write

I hope it won't be long till then, a day, a week? It might…

Because although it should be less, you never really know

You think it will flow easily and that's just when it won't.

Thursday, January 28, 2021


Tonight as I am wondering, I'm wishing I knew

What will be the outcome, the outcome for you?

So many are praying, they care for you, so

Why can't it be clear, we're wanting to know...


How will this continue, how will it resolve?

Just what is expected, how will it evolve?

I know we can't know what our God is thinking,

But, oh, what will triumph or will hope be shrinking?


Will we finally see the best hoped-for outcome 

Or will life be changing, changing for someone?

We’re stuck without those answers, the future's not certain

Life’s trials have us stuck here behind doubting's curtain...

Oh, what is expected and what will it look like,

A big ol' disaster for us both to dislike?

But haven’t we gotten much more than our share

Can we even handle what seems to be there?


But we’ll have to wait for the answers to come

Keep praying and praying until God is done

With this situation, with us, too, I fear.

                                      The only thing left is just shedding a tear. 

Wednesday, January 27, 2021


 January 31st will be my son's 49th birthday and this was the poem I wrote for him.

One more year and you will leave

The forties far behind,

But if you find that difficult

Accept and you will find…


That you’ll begin a chapter where

You live with lessons learned,

And with that comes rewards untold

And satisfaction earned…


And confidence, maturity,

Some understanding, too!

All this and more and what's in store

I wish it all for you.


So though this is the ending of

The forties, you will see…

Just what God’s planned, it’s in His hand,

His love for you’s the key.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

My Latest...A Board Book Perhaps


By Patty Lynn

The flowers in my garden are

So beautiful to see.

I wish that when I talk to them

That they’d talk back to me.


O, magic garden fairy, come,    

And wave of your magic wand.

Make flowers speak, no secrets keep,

From evening until dawn.                                                     


I love my flower garden, so.

Each flower is amazing!

The blossoms there, beyond compare,

Come at me, colors blazing.


O, red, red rose on prickly stem,

You gorgeous flower of mine.

One look at you and well I know

My day will be just fine.


Dear daisy with your petals white

And golden center hue,

You show me why each morn I sigh,

“Dear daisy, I love you!”


Forget-me-nots, with petals blue,

I can’t believe you’re mine.

Your tiny flowers smile back at me

And make me feel divine!


My lilac bush, so big and tall,

Each bloom a lilac blue.

Your smell, it is a fragrance, sweet

That lasts the whole day through.


My tulips are the first to come

In springtime they arrive.

How welcome after winter’s snow.

They make me feel alive!


Daylilies are such sturdy blooms

In crimson, orange and white.

Best not decide to bring them in

They’ll wither overnight.


Clematis, you’re a funny one.

Your new growth comes on old.

Can’t cut you back for I will find

In spring, no blooms unfold.


A lovely one’s Lobelia,

In purple, white and pink.

All by yourself or with a group

You need a daily drink.


Geranium, geranium,

Grand, hardy standing there.

The lacy Martha Washington’s

My favorite, to be fair.


Pert Pansies always make me smile

Each morning when you greet

It seems you have a tiny face.

Your varied colors treat!


So there it is, fair garden, mine

In vivid colors bright.

It takes but one, one look at you,

To make my heart take flight.


Your beauty’s unmistakable.

No garden quite so sweet.

Each flower there that needs my care,

It makes my joy complete!  

Tuesday, January 19, 2021



By Patty Lynn


It’s utterly amazing I have fallen off this much!

When I went to my blog today, my spirit was, well, crushed!

The last time I had posted was September of last year.

I’ve always loved to write my poems and share them with you here.


But as you know I’m writing and I’m learning quite a lot

About just how to write a book, improve the one’s I’ve got.

I wrote some stories years ago for children they were geared

But input from my group showed me opinions can’t be feared.


Because in them improvements come and stories then improve

And those revisions yield you much, in fact, you just can’t lose.

For then you have a story, a book of which you’re proud

But time to do my blog is such, no time it has allowed.


While I’ve been writing in this group there’s much that I have gained

But time-consuming it has been and why my blog remained

Untended, open-ended, I’ve neglected it, I know

But I will try to keep it up and pray my poems will flow…


To all of you who faithfully look forward to them here.

I think of you, please know I do, I’ll try to make it clear...

That poems will come and poems will go but I need all of you.

Encouragement and what that’s meant will always see me through.