LunchBox Poetry: A Father’s Quiet Gift
Step into a collection of heartfelt poems slipped into a lunchbox—not for show, not for the world, but for one small child. In Lunchbox Poetry, Jay McElroy captures the quiet love of a father who never missed a chance to say something kind. Through simple rhymes, gentle humour, and everyday moments, this book honours the bond between parent and child—one lunch, one note, one poem at a time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jay McElroy
Jay McElroy didn’t set out to write a book—he just wanted to connect with his child. As a dad navigating work, parenting, and daily life, he found a simple way to stay close: short poems, slipped quietly into his daughter’s lunchbox each school day. No pressure, no performance—just love, folded up and shared. Over time, these poems became a small tradition, a steady voice from home. Jay’s words were never about perfection. They were about being present. That presence shaped Lunchbox Poetry, a collection full of small thoughts, big feelings, and unshakable care. Jay’s approach was always sincere and rooted in experience. He never missed a day, and his daughter always knew they were thought of—even when the world felt busy. This book is his way of sharing that quiet devotion. Dedicated to his daughters, it’s a reminder that love shows up in the smallest acts.
ABOUT THE BOOK
LUNCHBOX POETRY
Lunchbox Poetry is more than a collection—it’s a memory captured in ink. Every morning, Jay McElroy wrote a short poem and tucked it into his young daughter’s lunch. There were no grand gestures, just one thoughtful note each day—sweet, funny, encouraging, and true. With time, the poems grew into a reflection of fatherhood itself: quiet effort, soft love, and an honest voice reaching across a school table. These aren’t polished works for critics—they’re everyday words meant for a young child. But together, they paint a portrait of love, patience, and presence. Through days of joy, worry, and growth, these poems held a message that stayed: “I see you. I’m here.” This book offers that same steady warmth to anyone who’s ever packed a lunch or carried a hope.
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