Away they go!

Trailing along behind their fathers,
clutching a hand-

Faces all excited-the weekend ahead-
a new adventure

As they leave I watch them
through the window...

My children-my future
The future

Weekend dads-gathering their
little bags

It's their time to bond
to talk, to catch up.

And this-is not the way
Not the way

The way I had planned
had dreamed

It would be

Broken families-mom's home,
dads gone, children confused

Or worse-used to this-used
to the way

The way they are...
Raised all apart

Apart from the home
they were meant to be in

A dad and a mom-living
as one

This is not-not the way
The way

I had planned it at all.