Poem A Day: Day 11

I am forgetful
teaching myself to write everyday
is more difficult than I anticipated.

just for today, I am writing
a free verse about
how hard it is to write. 🙂

poem: sporadic

online blogging is for the dedicated few
my love for you is only sporadic
it comes in spurts
and when least expected

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

Random: Haircut

I just got a haircut in Falls Church, VA. I walked into a Hair Cuttery, and everyone there had natural black hair. My stylist was originally from Vietnam, and I realized it had not been since I lived in DC area that I had my hair cut by a non-Caucasian person, let alone another Asian person.

I thought Richmond was somewhat diverse, but I realized it was not as diverse as compared to my experience tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I love RVA…I just wish there were stylists that can cut my hair. 😉 I didn’t even realize the difference till tonight.

I might have also been flattered into a positive outlook, my stylist Ahn said I gave you a young person’s haircut, because you look so young. It’s nice to be Korean-American and in my late 30s. 😉 I thank both my parents for my youthful genes.

Here is a 10 words haircut poem, just because:

youthful look with a new do
make way for hottie