Having younger siblings,
Has got to be quite tough.
Told to be responsible.
Told off for being rough.
Yes, who’d be the eldest?
It’s true, it can be pants.
Leader of the pack; you bear the brunt,
Of Mummy’s “be good” rants.
They long to be like you.
No question that they hold you back,
From things you want to do.
You do protest, despite their age,
They’re given grown-up favours.
While you ate plain old carrot stix,
They scoff Hula Hoops and Quavers.
I know they seem a pain,
But you are their biggest hero.
They beam at you, they always have,
From time point: minute zero.
I promise one day you will feel,
So thankful for each other.
And be as proud as punch,
To have your sister and your brother.
Know in those precious moments,
When it’s just me and you.
I cherish every second,
And those simple tasks we do.
Lego, Battleships and colouring,
In hot chocolate solitude.
A chance to chat through cares and woes;
My charming little dude.
For you’re the one who rocked my world,
From all I’d known before.
You filled my life with “wow”, and smiles,
And pride for evermore.
You ask me for “just mummy time”,
I’ll make that happen too.
Please never doubt how much you’re loved,
And how much I think of you.
© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.