It's 3 o'clock on a Sunday
with laundry caught up and dishes done
There's a wedding now to plan
and a full household to run
There are 2 in a hormone surge
well 3 counting me
We have been rushing for so long
that we don't know what "still" means
There are reels and shorts
that lazily pass the time
and make the tweens laugh
while the husband and I just sigh
See we are in The Middle
Not the Beginning or the End
We have pill organizers and good socks
but we still eye the newest trends
And we don't have grandbabies to rock
Not yet, hopefully one day we will
There are 2 still in the nest here
So we can't yet seek every thrill
We have jobs that we enjoy
and hobbies we hope to do one day
But on this Sunday away from the ballpark
we aren't sure what keeps the itching at bay
It's an itch we can't scratch
It's a question about life and loss
We are thankful for every moment we have
but those uncertainties still come across
So to all my friends who are also in the middle
Let us lean on one another
We are husbands, wives, friends, and family
We are more than just father and mother
One day at a time.
One milestone, one crisis, one joy at a time.
Let us hold tightly to each other in This Middle.
The End will come no matter how we spend our days.
Please consider supporting my fellow Hope*Writers by reading their work:
The Resurrection and What it Means for Believers by Lisa Granger
Finding Meaning in Life … and Death by Dianne Vielhuber
The New Stage of Grief: Finding Meaning in Hardship by Ashley Olivine
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