It all ended in divorce.
A family torn by hateful discourse.
A father, with no reason.
A mother, hurt by treason.
One son understands it.
The younger son resents it.
The daughter hates it.
A volatile composite.
The house got sold,
Lawyers were called.
The dogs moved to the daughter’s,
The older son was emotionally farther.
The younger moved into a basement,
With no walls, and a floor of cement.
Happy for a place to stay,
Promising, to never make his children,
Live this way.