It’s easy to think that everything is fine
Until some woman you barely know
Cuts across your path in the locker room
And shuts herself in a bathroom stall and you just stand there
Listening to her sounds of anguish
Because as you later discover
She has lost custody of her daughter
In a brutal court fight in which she has been found
By a judge to be a
I tell the woman
That it will be okay
In the long run
Will not grow up to hate her
But I am not sure that is true.
Some children will not forgive.
Some mothers will always be sad
And sometimes nothing is fine.