Peripheral
I feel like I’m peripheral
In everybody’s life
Except, of course, my husband’s,
With my closeness as his wife.
I suppose that’s how it should be
Once the kids have up and flown
From the nest that you created,
With your grandkids almost grown.
Siblings also have their families,
As do all my dearest friends.
Where I once felt integral to some,
My mind now comprehends
That I’m stuck here on the outside
And my entry’s been denied.
Still, for now, I’m front and center
When my husband’s by my side.
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