Lament of the First born
Once I was the only, and they watched me so close;
They thrilled at my waking, and when I ate toast.
Now there is another; she has taken my place.
They dote on every move, every look on her face.
I am so angry; I was the first.
I will get even; I’ll give them my worst!
But that doesn’t work, and they only get mad;
no smiles or hugs, just words that make me sad.
Oh what shall I do, for she’s here to stay.
I have some toys; I guess that I’ll play.
When the sun is warm I can run in the yard.
Lots of things to do; this isn’t so hard.
Parents are better seen and not heard.
It’s best not to hang on their every word.
Enough they are here; I want them nearby.
I’ve too much to do, to feel, and to try.
For all the firstborns, at the coming of younger siblings, but especially for HH.