 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. Godspeed. Please consider supporting my fellow Hope*Writers by reading their work: The Resurrection and What it Means for Believers by Lisa Granger https://lisamarcelina.net/the-resurrection-and-what-it-means-for-believers/ Finding Meaning in Life … and Death by Dianne Vielhuber https://simplewordsoffaith.com/2021/05/14/my-most-important-3-ring-binder/ The New Stage of Grief: Finding Meaning in Hardship by Ashley Olivine https://www.ashleyolivine.com/the-new-stage-of-grief/
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