Ode To My Middle Child

Patterns gleam in the sun Threads lie side by side Or criss-cross In intricate patterns Like individuals intersecting Within the family Each dependent yet separate Blues, reds, greens and yellows complete the rhythm Any strand pulled from this parade of colors Reveals a gap in dreams unfulfilled How I love you, My middle child, You are the elegant pendant Dropping gracefully From our necklace’s mid-point Giving meaning to our chain of life How I love you, My middle child, You are the glue Within life’s weavings Irrepressible giggles erupt in play with older sister Whispered consultations emerge from pillow sessions with younger brother Bridging, always bridging Giving, always giving Know, my middle child, Those stirring fears Of being in between Are fleeting ghosts Your constant beauty shines Like the lighthouse globe Signaling to all Your presence Rejoice in your role, My middle child, Imagine a shimmering reflection pool Whose immutable colors Expand and multiply You are vital to a whole That is greater than its parts And you are loved deeply Happy Birthday, Maureen Love, Mom September 27, 2014