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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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NOVEMBER 13, 2010 7:57PM

Support Network. Saturday Nov 13, 2010

Rate: 9 Flag

This afternoon wrapped up the soccer season.
The schedule made me miss my daughter's game.
The morning, for an unimportant reason,
Was tough.  I think my Former felt the same,
And then She took the kids, and I was done.
To get my balance, once they'd walked away,
I watched the game of someone else's son,
Another separated dad, who may,
In turn, see someone else's daughter play,
Before he thinks of calling it a day.

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My heart aches for you. Your children are so very lucky to have you as their father. Beautiful, poignant, rated.
It must be so hard. And you are able to make beauty out of this. Hope tomorrow is a better day.
Parenting and balance. Some days feel sideways and frustrating. I hope tomorrow, or even later tonight finds you feeling upright and happy.
Life is all about balance. then throw in 2 kids and an ex and it's enough to knock you down. You seem to keep your balance very well, Bard. Lucky kids they are to have you.
End of a season, end of a game, two games, one seen, one not, a third game seen just because - so many shifts within hours after hours that didn't feel right. Yet as you stayed, you gave a gift. Perhaps that helped the ache.
You capture so much feeling with your poem vignettes, so much human decency.
bittersweet and filled with emotion in its simplicity.
How I miss soccer, already.

It's my turn again, tomorrow after school. And I have a friend's kid for the afternoon as well: I am looking forward to lots and lots of homework in the kitchen. It's one of my favorite things.

Thanks Antoinette, vanessa, heidibeth, trilogy, anna1, Pilgrim, Midwest. You helped make today a very good day.

Now if you're reading this as late as I'm writing it, you really, really need to go to bed right now.

Goodnight!
Me late again! This was beautiful, heart-wrenching, agonizing! When I was a single parent of a beautiful little girl, her father wanted nothing to do with her. He has missed so much more than he could ever imagine and that doesn't begin to cover the joy of grandchildren who don't even know he exists. I love the way you parent your kids even separated much of the time.