The Fight - To a friend October 1967 - awaiting a custody decision

To be alone, to stand apart
To hear the suffering of your heart
To understand not how or when
You'll have them with you once again.

To be aware and yet not know
To see them come and see them go
To hold their hands and kiss them tight
To wish them yours with all your might.

To suffer pain to have them near
To wish they wouldn't interfere
With your hard earned "mis-content"
To break your heart and not repent.

To know within our deepest soul
To be aware that 'ere how droll
The reply to you is given
To know they're yours as made in heaven.