The Middle

My middle. The one in between deserves

a space here, too.

The small heart no-one knew

but me.

Not quite ready to make it

she stays with me

and makes me wonder

what her tiny breath would have sounded like.

Her weight in my arms.

The one in between has a bedroom

here, too. I carry it with me

and peek in from time to time.

She lent strength, unbelievable personality

to my glitter girl.

My middle love song

brings me to tears.

Sweet baby.

Little thing

on the wind. I pray for you.

I hear you. I do.