The Middle

The arms length of their lovely girl,

standing in the middle,

could not remind them not to argue 

over things that that seemed so little. 

The voice of a helpless mediator,

standing in between,

couldn't stop this team of three

from being so unusually mean.

The presence of a frightened daughter,

with a panoramic view,

couldn't cease the trembling anger of a man

who made my mother blue.

All eyes look to you, you cannot hide or run

keep your balance and you will see

that when the day has parted with the sun

the middle's a terrible place to be.