For My Middle Child
You are perfectly placed in that bittersweet spot between first and last.
Not the first to be cradled, not the last to be rocked to sleep.
You were held by stronger arms, yet still found a way to strengthen them.
Gazed upon by wiser eyes, yet still provided clarity.
A view from equal distance to each side.
A gray area providing unique insight.
Experience of a little brother to shape the role as an older brother.
A heart that could only root and grow in the middle.
A heart I hope the world will never change.
A heart I hope you never change for the world.
The voice of reason, the ears ready to listen, the connector of first and last.
We promise to always look for you,
to always see you
and to always meet you,
perfectly placed in the middle.