Making meaning

With each passing,

We are left trying to make meaning.

We try to take the whys, hows, and whens

We know the Who.

And make the puzzle pieces fit.

With each day and then year,

we struggle to put the pieces together

We struggle to make meaning,

of the whos, whats, whys, and hows.

Sometimes the pieces however just don’t fit

The whys don’t match the hows.

The broken vase from the kitchen table,

just won’t go back together,

And we are left wondering.

Left puzzling.

Until we realize that maybe we were the missing piece.

Maybe our life changed the outcomes,

Maybe we changed the dark to the light.

Maybe our presence was a why or a how.

This does not answer the whos and whats,

but it gives us meaning, in the middle of the night.

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