When families split apart,
Which tends to be the case,
Was it intended from the start?
The kids,
Like seeds which leave flowers,
And float-off to a different place...?
Truth be told, the answer's "Yes" --
A fissile force works days and hours,
Until children leave, and egress
For rebel areas off the charts,
Sometimes gone without a trace...
But we are not doomed to loneliness
For love and memory have the powers
To bridge the distance between hearts,
To reach across intervening space,
And bring together the scattered ones:
Mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons.
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