When the children are gone

We will have each other

That you that me to somehow

Rediscover

Those things and feelings

That used to be

No longer hidden or waiting

For other things to be

Gone will be times of putting

Aside

Of tomorrows and yesterdays

Of having to hide

The eye’s and the feelings

That linger inside

When the children are gone

There will be no pride

No pretence no perfection

Of how things should be

We’ll be able to make mistakes

And not worry who sees

When the children are gone

There will not be a we