Christopher Flaherty Poet Free verse

Runt Litter

You were the runt of the litter 
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair 
Without a care
Yet painfully aware 

That being born in the middle 
Was to play second fiddle 
Neither the older or the young 
You have overcome

The 24 year's of crocodile tear's 
And countless scar's 
With angelic grace and stoic face 

When all the star's and time align 
And all the smile's and laugh's you've left
Are counted up
Every love you never felt

Will forever be yours to keep
When your asleep in cotton blankets
Finally I love you thankfully 

It's not your fault that growing up 
You failed to matter 
You brought the noise kid
Unfortunately we were love deaf

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Jan Allison July 5, 2017 at 5:13 PM This is so sad to read. I know often the middle child is neglected and the older and younger children are seen to be the favourites I had one sister but we were treated like Cinderella and the ugly sister so I can relate to so much and it is only now that my mother actually appreciates me and she has very little to do with my sister. I love that final stanza ... finally people around her appreciate her and THEY were the ones not appreciating her for who she was as a person:-( hugs Jan xx Christopher Flaherty July 5, 2017 at 5:26 PM Cheers Jan Sad to hear your Mum doesn't have much to do with your sister. I don't know the details so I won't comment but I hope time heals all wound's and love prevails