In light of me thinking about my sequel idea to Families New and Old I wrote an admittedly amateurish poem about it:
*A scar comes forward, a voice becomes heard,
A man is forced forward, by another man’s word,
The dominoes are in place, but will they ever fall,
Only one man knows, he has known through it all,
The pieces are in place, for one final game,
One thing is certain, things will never be the same.*