In the eyes of a child,
Hopeful and gleaning,
Curious and bright,
Wide eyed with wonder.
Through the eyes of a child,
Why? Why? Why?
I must know now.
I. I. I.
I only have two
And I must use them at all times.
This world is a gift,
and these eyes are mine.
My dad is dating again
She’s more than a friend
I know it by the light in his eyes
He asked if I’d meet her
But I don’t want to see her
She’s not my mother, surprise
He says he’s lonely
And rightfully so,
Nothing is lonelier
Than 30 years without hope
The worst kind of loneliness
while you’re not alone
But with the one you love most
And still nobody’s home.
I do want him happy
But who could possibly deserve him?
I feel protective
I mean, what if she hurts him?
I feel jealous
I want his love for me only
But then I feel sad
Because I don’t want him lonely
Too soon to meet her
Too soon, I say
But when does too soon
become a little too late?
“Whenever you’re ready.”
The questions I face
When is the time ever right
To meet your dad’s date?
May all that we do begin with the intention to be open, flexible, and kind.
Then, may be proceed with the inquisitive mind of a child.
My most precious child,
If there is any lesson I would want to leave with you, it is to love yourself. Find peace with who you are and don’t look outside yourself for acceptance and love. Find it deep within yourself and treasure it always. When you love yourself like that, you will know the kind of love I will always have for you.
Love, Mom
Let the music move you. Let the moment take you by the hand. Let it lead you to the dance floor.
I hope you dance.
Ride with the windows down. Let the breeze flow through your hair. Thrive like a wildflower.
I hope people stare.
The relationship between parent and child exists for the primary purpose of the parent’s transformation.
Why It Hurts to See You Fight (A Poem on Divorce. From the child within me.)
It hurts me to see you fight.
I wish there was something I could do.
Anything to stop the war
Silently waging between you two.
The silence is what hurts the most.
You pretend everything’s fine.
Telling me it’s just an argument,
When it happens every time.
But I can see the bitterness
behind the words you say.
Using your tongues as weapons,
Piercing all that’s in your way.
So every time I watch you fight
I get hit with daggers too
They soar to my left, wrong, and right
Because I’m standing between you
It’s a heavy weight to hold,
Your parents’ wounded love.
It feels my urgent duty
To protect what I’m a product of.
When you fight I choose no side
As I feel for both of you.
I don’t notice who is wrong or right,
I only look for truth.
And the truth is that you’re both amazing,
just the way you are
I’m overwhelmed with love each day,
I love your flaws and all.
I wish you could see eachother
The way that I see each of you.
Some days they seem forgotten-
The countless attractions of you two.
Maybe if we focused hard
On all the good in us,
We’d forgive all of the little faults
And see things like Jesus does.
“Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say you’re sorry if you hurt someone. Chase a butterfly. Be a child again.”
― Max Lucado
Vehicle of Wisdom 