We are told:
Women cannot let go
Nor men keep hold.
It is the impasse, trade-face off,
In the duels of our days.
And no one knows who can win,
When we fall apart
But as we recover, make ourselves whole
Only our children have lost
As we could all have foretold.
They will love their new families
Find many things to keep hold
But they will always glance back
And wish the story
Of their first family, to be retold.
Dadhood 