4. Secondaries

It’s strange, isn’t it? How second can be both more and less. How secondaries hold more 

weight, but fall behind in place.  

You were my second family, but the first 

to show me that Love is not a limited thing, or something needy, to be rationed.   

You were there when I had to be carried. When I needed a new lesson, a new father 

and home.  When I needed secondaries.  

Thank you for giving me the space to land 

without breaking.  Under your wings, 

I found something I hadn’t expected: 

the purpose of being second.