Mother of Pearl.
Sand slipped inside a shell.
Seagull's morning feast.
There once was a father who wanted time and space
There once was a woman who ran a race.
The children were grown.
Their pockets were blown.
So one retired and the other became an ace.
There's two sides to every story, personal answers within.
Judgment of each awaits God, or those who haven't ever sinned.
Poem for Divorce Club Contest by Destroyer Due 12/3/2010