The Middle Child Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The Middle Child

Rating: 5.0


It is a position that continuously tugs and pulls
A predicament that renders a destination boundless
Between sunrise and the time diminishing hopes fall
A middle child seeks identity in a world that is groundless

How bad can it be…you have the same accommodations
A roof over you head and a place at the dining room table
Yet there is a sense of being in a land of dangling frustration
When you try to speak you are stamped with a veto label

An older sibling takes precedence… sharing accomplishments
The youngest child’s needs seem to receive immediate focus
A thirst for gaining some attention eventually becomes stagnant
Your spotlight has a dimming glow in the middle of the circus

Regroup thoughts and move beyond the limits of family praise
Into the world of self-esteem and opportunities that congratulate
Your unique talents will be recognized and take center stage
Have patience… the day will come when everyone will appreciate


5/14/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abha Sharma 15 May 2008

A good theme chosen ……Bacon said in his essay “On Parents and Children” exactly what you said here… the eldest given more importance, the youngest pampered, the middle as if forgotten …. And they turn out to be the best making their own identities in the world… outshining the rest.. Well composed thought Abha

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Thad Wilk 14 May 2008

Your not in the middle here Theresa, we appreciate! Great read! ! *10*! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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