It helps to have professional support from some one who has experienced separation and divorce with their own children.
Keeping hearts open of vulnerable children and families during this process, is well worth the investment.
Selections from The Manual of Divorce,
by Neal H. Brodsky
I wrote these poems one by one tracing the year in which my own divorce was completed. You, the reader will find a familiar cast – a wife, a husband, two young children, lawyers and lovers, therapists and friends.
My intention in publishing these poems together as “The Manual of Divorce” is to create an opening for what is possible when we observe and honor the occurrences of life as guides for our own growth. Amid the many things that happen in divorce is an opportunity to re-invent oneself and re-connect with your children.
We create and populate our world with perceptions of heroes and villains. All the while, the still small voice within speaks softly to us of love.
WHAT TO DO WITH KIDS (For Ann Barringer Spaeth)
Take your kids
to
the best
bookstore you can find
the one
(you know)
with at least one table
in the back
where you can
read to them
the
stories
you want to tell
as many as you can
till
you feel you’re
gonna
burst from
fatigue and joy
of sharing
words
Cook
pasta
for
them
with
or without
sauce
which you can feed
to visiting
cats and dogs.
Pet these cats and dogs
after checking for rabies
and other communicable
pesky stuff.
and
Make
great
crazy mixes of
things including but not limited to
cinnamonnutmegoreganosugar
honeyoatmealplaydough
andenoughwaterfromthetaptobond.
Peer into the darkness of
the old
cardboard raisin tin
which holds
all
then carefully
place the top back on
but only after
you’ve cut wholes
enough
for all this
to breathe and
grow.
two days
and forget.
wakes you in the night.
Pour this potion of love
into the toilet
and after stirring
to keep the pipes clear
flush
your
magic
down
into the river of
wishes and dreams.
~~~
MINUTES
“Stop the minutes”
says three year old Jason
watching the clock on my wall
countdown to the time he
must leave me.
They call this visitation
It is not.
It is child holding
father’s face
in his hands
gulping a last bowl of cereal
car running in the driveway
mama on the speaker phone
late
late
running late
running scared
running out
running now.
Stop the minutes says
three year old Jason.
It’s ok
Ok I say.
I want to pull the battery from
the clock
Stopping time.
I do.
Two days later I
still have
not replaced
the battery,
tears welling
in the place
where minutes
are lost
and never
returned.
~~~
IN DIVORCE
In divorce
it is well
to remember
the texture
of stones.
In divorce
it is well
to remember
how as a
boy
you
walked by the shore
marveling
at
the
jewels
that shone
from
stones
touched
by
water.
In divorce
it is well
to build
small temples
with
stones found
by the water
leaving them
at the
base of
dead tree
roots.
In divorce
it is well
to reach
into
one’s
own pocket
to take
the single
healing
blue stone
given
by your
new lover
and bury
it by the trees
by the waves
by the great rocks
and wish
for the
grace
that God gives
all souls
in
time
like
lapping
water
baptizing
new
life.
~~~
FEEDING YOURSELF
Walk slowly
around
the
aisles
of a large
supermarket
dazzled by color and light.
especially
three varieties
of herb teas
from Celestial Seasonings
the Company
that knows
how to get
to the other side
Get
chamomile to sleep
ginseng to wake
Tension Tamer for
Everything else.
They are easier to keep than chickens.
bring this food to
the fetching blond cashier.
Resist the temptation to check her out too.
Start a garden
and grow the
miraculous beanstalk
that
Jack
alone
knew.
and
keep your
beanstalk growing.
it takes
time
to get
the beans.
~~~
CEDAR CHAIRS II
Four cedar chairs
in old back yard.
Five year old son Jason takes me out
to play in my old backyard.
Stacking chair upon chair
to make a house for us.
Old cedar chairs are missing.
screws to hold the arms
on to the body.
I want to go inside my old house
to get
a screw driver
but Jason is
chasing me around the chairs.
Duck. Duck. Goose.
Duck. Duck. Goose.
We run around the chairs
again and again
falling to the ground
hugging each other in this
the
only hour
we will have together.
Duck. Duck. Goose.
Cedar chairs will break.
Duck. Duck. Goose.
Boys who run
will
mend.


