“Dad, do you still have a shredder?” She asked,
“Yes” I said.
“If I bring some documents over,
Can you please shred them for me?”
So over they came,
A huge bagful.
I started shredding,
Just shredding, not reading,
But as I was doing it
I saw the odd title to letters.
‘Separation agreement’,
‘Divorce Settlement’.
The thought struck me
As each sheet became pieces
That it was like her life was being broken,
Her life was being shredded,
As each page of her life
Went through the shredder.