An Only Child Poem by Pete Crowther
An Only Child
It doesn’t matter now
But then it did.
When I was young
I would have loved
A sister or a brother.
My mother used to say
An only child was fortunate
To have so much —
So many toys, a bicycle,
A room all to myself
And holidays beside the sea.
“We couldn’t give you those”
She used to say
“If we’d had any more.”
I did not argue but
Deep down inside
With all my heart
I’d disagree.
My Mother was an only child as was my Father too. I know my Mother always felt very alone, as did my Father. It is much more difficult to share things, one tends to keep to oneself. Lovely write about something very deep and emotional. Love Ernestine XXX
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4/19/2024 8:54:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As an only child myself, I can really emapthise with this one. Hugs Anna xxx