on the weekends,
when it's their
turn,
you see
the fathers, divorced,
with kid
or kids in tow,
still too young
to protest,
too young to be
off on
their own.
you see them in
line at the ice
cream shops,
at the toy stores,
at the park
kicking balls, or
flying kites.
everyone trying
so hard
to have fun, to
make a difference
and show love
despite the drama
of their
lives. assuaging
the guilt
and sadness
as best as they
know how
before driving
them home for
the drop off.
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