The OldestA Poem by Askew
There is something about being the oldest child
Grandchild Cousin Niece I was the first to bear the weight of expectation The first to be gifted responsibility The first to let everyone down I was practice A test run They perfected it with those younger than me Learned from the mistakes they made with me The mistakes I made I was the first I was supposed to be perfect I only lived to fulfill Yet I couldn't My existence has been a series of disappointing them And watching them vow to do better with those who come after me Why am I to blame when they raised me this way? © 2024 Askew |
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