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.