poppins end

 * poppins end *
My heart a lodestone grey
Heavy rough hewn and ill set
Cement of affectation crumbles
Wall of love succumbs
To constant waves of irritation
Undermining seepage of domestic toil
The death of all we are
Began with the death of me
The expiration of you
Instead we dressed in parant clothes
Took on father and mother roles
Became the cliches of our nightmares
No almost perfect nanny to repair
Fractured broken unit we have become.