Tuesday
One day in early may
three children at play
mama turned papas way
and said we're drifting away
they'd been together for years
they've shared, shed many tears
but now their end was near
this was papas worst fear
all through their divorce
papas voice was coarse
giving in without much force
half of everything, of course
this day in early May
was papas downfall they say
his heart stopped, their he lay
on the twelfth day
a Tuesday
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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