Sippy-Cup Sits

Sippy-cup sits on the table but the toddler is nowhere to be found

She’s gone, like my smile, but with her exit she left me with a frown

Diapers on the carpet might as well throw them in the trash

I remember her giggle as we put powder on her rash

Feel these four walls closing in like they’re the jaws of life

Reality feels like a machete cutting me like a knife

She’s not completely the bad guy many relationships come to an end

It’s up to them both what happens, when they heal, if they’ll ever be one again

Went ahead and deleted Instagram and Facebook

The only thing that hurts worse than living it is if I look

Family jerked out from under me like it was musical chairs

 Which hurts worse? Her or the kids. . . now we’re splitting hairs

They say it’s a package deal, but if it ends, there is no visitation

Would I do it again? Absolutely, I would with no hesitation

My pillow brings me no rest and I’ve drowned in oceans of tears

Who would’ve ever thought passing a park would be the sum of all my fears?

Their laughs are like daggers, piercing my heart, I can’t even look at the swings

They say time heals all wounds, but these are timeless— the pain still stings

 I miss wrestling with my little buddy . . . I didn’t have that growing up

Watching his face light up, or feeling his hug, more than filled my heart’s cup

Pictures by the bed, sippy-cup on the table and pictures on the fridge

I travel over these troubled waters with each memory serving as a bridge

Where does the bridge lead—to together or never only the Lord knows

But I will trust, I will walk victoriously, and let His Love keep me warm when the cold wind blows

JMB