Sibling Rivalry
We were not children of privilege,
But truly didn't know it.
If our mama had a favorite,
She surely didn't show it.
Lewis was the eldest of seven
And took his position seriously.
Lloyd was playful and Charlie a joker
Who could make us laugh hysterically.
Glenn the fourth son, a peaceful lad,
Was very big and strong.
He was the baby for four years,
Before I came along.
I was the long wanted daughter
And youngest until nearly three,
When my sister Gladys was added,
The perfect playmate for me.
Seven years later Our Baby Joe,
Was born in the fall.
We welcomed him and he became
The beloved pet of all.
Our mother and daddy were loving
And never lost control.
We each had our own special place
And played a definite role.
I loved my brothers and sister
And I simply don't recall
An instance of sibling rivalry.
I think there was none at all.
My parents deserve the credit
For raising a happy brood,
Who loved and cared for each other
As brothers and sisters should.
won hm
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