This is the story of a shattered dream. I was married at 17 to the love of my life. We had two children, who are now grown. We are now divorced, due to his affair with another woman. The pain is still there, after all these years. There is a portion of a poem that I remember as a young woman. it reads as follows " Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, and the glory of the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in