Children

As a child, I laid my head down. I bowed upon your feet. You love me then, the first 2 years of life I had in me. Your belly grew, you grew with excitement. I was happy to finally be the big sister. Nine months had past, a pink bundle in your arms, a sister within it. You cared for her, and showed her love. You bought her things she desired. I was left alone, I cared for myself. I grew to be a lonesome child. At 6 years of age, my sister at 4, my baby brother was brought home, 3 months early. At 4 and a newborn child, they were her world and excitement. While at 6, I had meant nothing. Through the years I grew up. A beautiful teenage child. Seeking the attention I want. And the love I desire. I am no longer a beautiful child, but a lonesome teenager I am.