That destressing lap of mum
Provides the tranquil of shade at all the autumns;
That protective veil of dad's impact
Shields from foul company of sinister dark
The laughter and banter; lovely life since young
Had been experiencing each daughter and son
But once grown up and getting enough matured
Ought to leave the fingers of the brought ups who once had armoured
The split up is indeed heartbreaking for both sides
Yearn for their children do they day and night
The dispatch builds stong the mindsets
They get to live fortunately without regrets
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