Meditation Poem Series: #65

It’s difficult to post and meditate on weekends I have my daughter, but not impossible. I often practice metta, when I spend time with her. This weekend was full with my parents visiting from Friday to Sunday, along with having my daughter, and my girlfriend visiting. I’m not sure if I would have survived this weekend, if I don’t regularly mediate.

Meditation Poem #65
compassion for family
is often the hardest
than complete strangers

Meditation Poem Series: #61

I did meditate yesterday, as my daughter napped. I sat on my cushion for 10 minutes, before lying down for a nap myself. I intended to sit for 15 minutes, but I was so tired and sleepy that I cut the sitting short.

I loved having a full weekend with my daughter. My heart is filled with gratitude and love whenever I get to spend time with her, and I’m usually completely exhausted on the day I drop her off at her mom’s house. 🙂 But it’s the good type of tired that’s good for you.


Meditation Poem #61

love grows each day
as I am present
with you

Poem: daughter

you are a miracle
your love is contagious
even to two very different parents
separated by divorce

your love helps me see what’s important
helps me go let go and let God
the broken places of my heart
are slowly mended

old resentments slip away
and I can be in the same space
as your mom, because I’m there for you.
grateful we can both be present to you in the same space,
because of your love.
a true miracle indeed.

——
a poem written in gratitude for my ex and I both being able to attend a classroom social at my daughter’s preschool with our daughter.

Poem: Fixin’ Lunch #2

I’ll let my Southern roots speak in this poem. I feel proud that I have my daughter’s lunch fixed before midnight; I am improving with practice. I had a full meaningful day as a chaplain being of service to others, visiting, praying, doing some administrative work, but mainly connecting to God and helping out of that center. I felt more energized and less drained throughout the day.

I picked up my daughter after a full day’s work, and we were able to connect and be playful. We had dinner with my house mates, my two Quaker aunties and one of their 27 years old son. I also helped my daughter connect to her mom, her mom’s boyfriend, and grandma via FaceTime; part of brain told me that I’m going well beyond what I need to since I only got to talk to my daughter once over FaceTime last year while she was away in Florida for over 8 days. I’m trying to not keep a tally in my head, and focus on what’s best for my daughter and actually be a decent human being on my end.

So needless to say, this post is much more than just about a poem on fixin’ lunch. It’s about the little victories in life, about enjoying each moment we have, and yes…it’s about my life and how God helps my little heart grow. My daughter is a great teacher, and yes, even divorce and learning to co-parent with the ex has been a great teacher too.

Poem: Fixin’ Lunch #2

nothin’ says i love you like peanut butter and jelly.
i’ll always be your daddy even when you’re smelly.

i’ll tell you stories and use my imagination,
to explore uncharted worlds and exploring all creation.
i’ll chase away the monsters,
and even throw away trash in the dumpsters.

i’ll kiss away your boo boos,
and make train noises go choo! choo!
I ain’t to proud to use a little treat,
to have you eat while in your seat.

not always sure if I know what I’m doin’,
at least our dinner wasn’t just puddin’.
you bring smiles to my heart little girl,
and so grateful we get to share love in this world.

if fixin’ your lunch is the last act i do,
I’ll be at peace with doin’ nothin’ mo’.
love is all the little actions,
filled with meaningful connections.

i spread my knife life loving as i spread the jelly,
and pray i’ll have time for a shower so i won’t be so smelly

Poem: Fixing Lunch

Here is poem while I fix my daughter’s lunch for school tomorrow. I have knew found respect for single parents. I am experiencing what it is like to be truly a single parent, while I have my daughter for this Christmas period. Being divorced and coparenting is a lot different, and I usually only see 3 days a week. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to be spending extra time with my daughter. It’s wonderful and exhausting. I am making her lunch for school tomorrow, I wish I could just go to bed. 🙂

Poem: Fixing Lunch

love is falling asleep while laying next to you,
then waking up to fix your lunch.

love is following the rules of your preschool,
and packing you a no meat lunch

love is cooking rice noodles,
and stir frying vegetables with veggie hot dogs.

love simply is,
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.