Favorite So Obviously Not Slam

When once my Kayleigh

And Bianca asked

Uncky Chris why is our sister
Schade treated different better
than us

I had to hide a tear welled and my
eye's glassed

As truthful the honest answer was

She is and was the blue eyed 
golden child

And still today my replies both
hurts and stings

Because what is one to supposed
to say put in that situation

And given my beautiful niece's
are not fool's

Otherwise why would they have
felt the need to raise the question

And they do know as do i

My retort and response will
be a lie scrambling to pave over

They will never be treated the
same as the sister they refer
to as she called Princess

Because sadly she is the one
prized and loved most above
of them all

And thought i understand and
accept we all amongst us have
our favorites

Please dear god never make it

So damn patent

Children feel the need to ask
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Kavanagh  Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 2:56 PM
What can I say Christopher, except most families have one, must be some left over relic of evolution, for an intelligent species, we really should know better, great poem cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 3:27 PM
Yeah what can i say David apart from unfortunately very very sad indeed and sadly i am speaking or talking about one of my own so its close to home
Allison Avatar
March 9, 2021 at 2:51 PM
i can relate a million percent, have written poems on the subject, cant understand why one child is the blue eyed gal but its how its been all my life, hugs jan xxx
Flaherty Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 3:28 PM
This was in response to your poem Jan. Hugs xox
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