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.