Too often this happens

She is soft spoken and a mind of guilt, Hands feel of silk, Anything he touches immediately wilts, This is why she cries over spilled milk, Now he is back in their life, She's already been hit twice, Don't misconstrue warm hands as being nice, And the soul and heart are cold as ice, She said, ”it's for the kids!” Now she's gone and he's serving two life bids, Now what about the kids? Never confuse tears and sorrow Happiness each day is better than pain every tomorrow.... DMK eyes2ink 1/25/14