Month: May 2016

“Wife v. Mom”

| Laura Lee Bonde

people wonder if I’m excited
absolutely
but a part of me is sad
for what my kids are enduring

having to choose
between mom or dad
having to leave
the friends they’ve known
having to miss
those last days of school

their little hearts are so stressed
one struggling in school
treading water
one quitting sports
why bother
Carolyn leaving her boyfriend
Nathan missing the dance
and there’s more

so am excited?
yes
does my mommy heart hurt?
yes
will we walk through this together?
absolutely

hopefully
while loving each other
well

“May 25, 2016”

| Laura Lee Bonde

some people only like to read articles
others only like to read poems
both reveal the heart
both let people in
if it’s written in the open

tomorrow my reality becomes real
tomorrow I’ll be married four months
tomorrow I get to see my husband

many of you know
how I fell in love in an instant
with my ex-husband

I flew out to Texas to surprise him
welcomed him into my heart
and we married three days later

he’s on his way to get me
driving from Texas to pick me up
he’ll be here tomorrow

no more waiting
no more missing
no more being-on-hold

my reality becomes real
in a more tangible way
with a hug
with a kiss
with a smile

“Rhetorical”

| Laura Lee Bonde

what is ‘being a good parent’?

does it mean
your kids aren’t having sex
does it mean
they never say bad words
does it mean
they never quit at what they do

does it mean
they go to church every week
and read the bible
does it mean
they put others down
who aren’t measuring up

maybe ‘being a good parent’
has nothing to do
with what your kids choose to do

maybe ‘being a good parent’
means you love your kids WELL
through God’s heart
no matter what they do

one question
many answers

A Community Refugee

| Laura Lee Bonde

Every community has different groups of people, and some of these groups of people form their own community. This morning, I’m going to share with you a little bit about the homeless community in Balboa Park.

As most of you know, I have a homeless friend named Lee, whom I met in the park in March of last year. In the time I’ve known him, he’s NEVER called me. Our friendship’s consisted of us spending time together, whenever I had the chance to stop by, and on many of those visits, I’d bring him home with me for days at a time. Well, some have been watching. Continue reading →