Dawn approaches. But there is dusk in my heart. More than three decades later, We are moving apart.

No…perhaps we moved Away from each other Long ago…we are not spouses: Just Father, and Mother.

When the bonds of a marriage Dissolve, and break… Acceptance and maturity Are wise ways to take.

I’d like to disprove the general rule That we can no longer be friends. We can care for, and like each other Even when our marriage ends.

Dawn colours the sky. It lights my heart, too. I may not know what we face.. At least, despair’s not in view.