Middle Child

Middle Child

Are you feeling unheard Middle Child?

Your voice lost in the calamity.

Are you feeling unseen Middle Child?

Hiding behind long, flowing hair waiting to explode.

Are you feeling forgotten Middle Child?

The work of others applauded.

Are you feeling unloved Middle Child?

Arms and hands busy working and not hugging.

I hear you.

I see you.

I remember you.

I love you.

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