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I Am A Second Child

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Tags: Family

My reflections on being the middle child in my family.

Submitted:Sep 27, 2012    Reads: 387    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

I am here to lament my place, in the pecking order of birth;

To be the first born child would have solidified my worth.

I could have been born the "baby"; a boy, and last of the three;

But I was in between, which make me a "middle "child you see.


To be first makes you special; it makes you your parent's delight.

The last is always the baby protected; from harm or from fright.

Add to my reasoning; he's the only boy, which means special is he;

Then there's the 'middle" child; what was thereto be special in me?


I was the accident that happened, between "her" and "him;"

one sister and one brother; the perfect little family for them.

So I fought for attention; in ways you could never think of.

I was the squeaky wheel,crying out for a share of their love


I was the comic; the performer, the people pleaser;so was my role;

Though I'm not sure it was what I felt, way deep down in my soul.

I think all us "Middles" are kindred spirits who feel much the same way.

If we could change order of our births, we'd be different people today.


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