Only Child
People assume you are very spoiled,
Having everything while others toiled,
Enjoying love ever encompassing,
Wanting for no material thing.
How surprised people would be,
If they spent some time inside me,
For your toys became your friend,
But a broken heart would not mend.
No one to tell your secrets to,
Or make a story seem brand new.
No one there to share your fears,
Or wipe away your salty tears.
For once my parents had passed,
Memories with them are my last,
Oh, a brother or sister would have been so fine,
Eternal happiness could have been mine.
Written July 12, 2011
Placed 3rd in "An old or new poem contest"
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