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.

A Poem for Joy 

each moment with you
awakens in me 
new profound joy 

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I wrote this poem thinking about my daughter. This past few years have been difficult, but I am extremely grateful to have come through separation and divorce without loosing my appreciation for joy. I would rather have my daughter grow up in two happy households, and then one filled with bitterness and silence.

Each person’s journey is different, and mine is definitely not the one I thought I signed up for, but it’s the one I got in order to grow; I can either embrace it with gratitude, or try to run filled with fear and hate. I choose the first option on a daily basis, and some days I fail miserably. Each day is an opportunity to learn from my mistakes and grow.

My daughter has been a great teacher on how to embrace each momemt, and open my heart to each moment of joy, sadness, beauty, and simply be. 


I wouldn’t have experienced moments like this without my daughter in my life. Experiencing a zoo through a child’s eyes is magical, and one that makes my heart full. I am so grateful I was able to share this moment with my daughter, my mother, and of course a giraffe named Jack. Each day is an adventure. 😉