This was a poem written about a woman who breaks up with her husband after so many years of marriage, having children and a lot of troubles. Too young when she married, she was not ready for the things she found out about the way life and love actually went instead of her fairy tale ideas. This poem is a good bye note to her ex telling him how she feels and that she'll always care. It is all in rhyming format.

Many, many years ago, in a not very far-away country, a fairly young woman picked up what remained of her marbles, and left her marriage, her abusive and troubled husband, and her only child. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do in her entire life.
She could never quite bring herself to believe that her husband would, as he threatened, kill her if she tried to take their son. She did, however, absolutely believe that if she sued for custody, the boy's father would simply leave the country with him and she would never see them again.

This little imperfect realm was once filled with our hopes and dreams. The rooms that once resounded with joyful family gatherings now echo with unspoken regrets - silent footfalls pace the hall where children ran laughing. Mementos packed away in boxes neatly labeled "yours" and "mine" like so many monogrammed towel sets tell the story now.