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Welcome to Poets@Heart where you, too, can publish your poems about being single again............. If you have a favorite, and would like to see it here, just email Jody.





Making Lemonade

--by Jody Seidler

When you have lemons -
you make lemonade.
Create a new life...
that you never would trade.

You begin a new lifestyle
and hold down the fort.
Gather strength and great courage...
with single parent support.

A glass of water - that's your family
squeezed lemons - divorce
some sugar - is love
and ice - is the force.
The force keeps you strong
and encouraged with life.
You're now head of household...
no longer a wife.

Amazing what's accomplished
through times of great strife.
We learn of our power...
the foundation in life.

So when you have lemons
just make lemonade.
With single parent support
an extended family is made.


J Seidler (copyrighted 1997)

My Judge Had A Bad Day

My judge had a bad day
when I went to court
I had my documents in hand
all I wanted was child support!

Perhaps the judge was hungry,
or else fought with his wife...
now his gavel's final blow
brings more challenge to my life.

Perhaps his back was aching,
with the hardness of his chair...
Or his Honor's parking spot
that morning wasn't there.

Did his children misbehave
sass back or not eat their dinner...
did he play the lottery
and not come up a winner?

Did he have indigestion,
and not had much relief
did his neighbors keep him up
so he couldn't get to sleep?

Was there no milk for his cereal
or clean socks for him to wear..
did he want to blow his nose
but had no kleenex anywhere?

Could there have been a fly
that he simply couldn't swat...
or perhaps he had a hot meal
that wasn't even hot.

It seems my judge was struggling
with the bad day that he had..
and I became the brunt of it
which is really very sad.

I don't understand this system of ours
where women from Venus...
can't get through to men from Mars.

What of the all parents
who struggle every day...
with family and work
and ex's who don't pay?

It's the children who suffer
with the decisions handed down...
playing god with a gavel
just doesn't seem sound.

J Seidler (copyrighted 1998)


Lifesong

--by Kim Marcille

A woman in the congregation, she was crying
I watched her, and I could feel her pain
Her children sat beside her, they were small
she could have hugged one
but she didn't
they didn't need to know that she was sad
The choir robe rested on my knees like angel feathers
I stood and it fell from me like mist
The music started with a quiver then grew stronger
and my voice rushed up
from the deepest part of me
a fire burning on a fuel I did not know
I sang for the woman in the congregation
I sang for all the women there
I sang for all the children
that they would not know this pain
that they would find joy
that they would be free
some day
some day
like me.


My Spirit Guides Me

--by Pamela Coca

In that magnificent heavenly state between wakefulness and sleep,
I sought solace and comfort, in my need to feel replete.
You came to me.

As we seated ourselves on a grassy knoll beside a lovely creek,
I explained the needs of my physical being, and what I'd begun to seek.
You smiled at me.

In searching for a safe and quiet place to hide,
I'd lost that special part of me that was once so much alive.
You took my hand.

We walked along a bright white path, which seemed to have no end.
You made me look inside my soul and told me to begin.
You gave me knowledge.

I released the past, cast off the pain, let go of the fear that bound me.
I learned I was a part of God. I let His light surround me.
I found love.

I now find life not quite as hard, and the road not quite as long.
I've learned how strong I really am and that we never walk alone.
My path is straight, my goals are set; it is only good I see.
The Love, the Light, the Strength of God were always here in Me.


Now here Jody goes again...dreaming of a long lost friend.

I see glimpses in your eyes, are you wearing a disguise? You are familiar and alive, filled with light and love I've known. I feel your tender soul beneath a questioning and sturdy heart...one that once was torn apart. In life and dreams, I'm on my own. With all the hopes and seeds I've sown. Longing for a heart to share, all the magic found somewhere inside of me, just now set free, upon a firm foundation built, without the pain, without the guilt - of a past I can now let go, and build anew with all I know. To look within and not without, release the ache - release the doubt, and know each answer that I need does welcome me when I recede...and go within in quiet times, to see the truth and write in rhymes. To fall in love with who I am - and then attract a healthy man, to share my life and come with me, to build a love and be set free, from denial or ache and pain...to feel alive and not insane. To ease the load and share romance, to caress a heart and take a chance. The way out is to go through, and be honest in what I do. I have to say I'm a little scared from the doubt and pain that's layered, upon a small and childlike heart...that also once was torn apart. © Jody Seidler 1997

All poems and articles © Jody Seidler 1997 unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part without written permission is prohibited.