Their marriage was always the cause

of an argument, how could it not be

when they were always at war before hand;

the union laid down with ambassadors

forever at the birthing suite,

ready with hot water and towels

as a procession of children followed

who all left home with a single

solitary finger raised in the air

as they eventually told their parents,

sometimes nicely, sometimes

through gritted teeth,

that they were old enough, mature enough

to break away and live on their own