Their mother did her motherly best
For dad her distant lad
The kids were such a childish trial
For two parents feeling sad
Mother stuck at home each day
Father further down the way
Found the family’s stifling stress
A frightening noise of simple play
Year by year they struggled on
With very little to sustain
Although the seasons rang the changes
Their roof was letting in the rain
No time to think outside the square
When dire surroundings have you wrapped
Submerged in getting on with it
No one admitting they were trapped
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