Mothers with their children,

A day at the pool.

So many of the mothers with children,

Are without wedding rings at this pool.

A sign of so many broken homes,

Families living a shattered American dream.

They try to look and be normal,

While spending a day in the sun,

Splashing and laughing,

To cover what went wrong.

Gathered in small clusters,

With not a wedded one around.

They talk of ex-husbands,

And what he has done

So many ring fingers,

Barren of gold,

As they try to live a little

Before they grow too old.

Faux smiles and new bodies,

All on parade

Looking for new husbands,

Among women, just like them