Sometimes it seems there’s no
in-between

like the volume on the tv
My hearing likes to play tricks

or a love-hate relationship with food
Enjoyment and resentment coincide 
in a crinkly bag of M&Ms

or the fact that my children
grow up before my eyes
Happy to see their wins
Sad about selfish loss

How can there be no 
in-between
when that’s the very place
life chases dreams

Laugh at the tricks
the candy
the kids
According to Mamaw
it’ll add years to my life
in-between