On Being An Only Child
An only child, like I was, is
still looked upon askance?
As if I could force my Mom
and Dad to make more
babies, perchance?
Those poets here, who know
me quite well,
Can figure out my honesty, and
of course, that, I did tell!
I wanted a brother or sister,
oh, please?
It's not fun to have no one
to play with or please!
" You will have more things
in life," they replied.
But I kept after them, as I am
not one to be denied.
Alas, God decided to send me
not one sibling!
It taught me to get through
life, with no help or quibbling.
I had and still have friends,who are
like sisters and brothers to me.
Part of the music of this great earth.
In my heart's whisper,you will forever be!
3/11/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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