I took one child by the hand, led him to the yard. In it was an outdoor tent. He looked at it quite hard.
He said, can I look inside? I had to tell him no. Right now it is your Daddy's Room, in it you may not go.
Oh, he said but why is he sleeping out of doors? Well, his choice, I told him weepily. No, It's not because he snores.
I put up my hands together clasped, then slowly I explained the current situation. Kept it simply arranged.
You see my hands, their Dad and Mom. We were once like this. Together hand in hand as one, but now we are amiss.
I took my hands apart and then spaced them one by one, to each side of me I did. We now are One and One.
I told him how I promised, their dad when I did go, not to take them away from him. As in past I had done so.
And I would be the one, to visit from time to time. Perhaps to some who read this prose will consider it a crime.
And that I will leave to the reader and in this simple rhyme, kept simply put no leader .Just two hearts separated by time.
Kari Shinal Copyright November 4, 2013
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