Toxic
“Trust in the Law” they say
As if Family Law is a clear set of rules
A trustworthy shuttle from one island of family form into another
No room for reasonable doubt.
What Law has the right
To say when a father sees his child?
What Law can slice Solomon-like through family homes?
Savings for a future now altered?
A parent’s precious hours with those whom they value more
Than any building or bank account?
Is that our excuse to children now grown in years to come?
As we beg forgiveness for the parental spite
The wrenching apart
The money wasted
Will we meekly say in our defence: “We trusted in the Law”?
Could we not have chosen instead
To trust in ourselves?
