It is a position that continuously tugs and pulls
A predicament that renders a destination boundless
Between sunrise and the time diminishing hopes fall
A middle child seeks identity in a world that is groundless
How bad can it be…you have the same accommodations
A roof over you head and a place at the dining room table
Yet there is a sense of being in a land of dangling frustration
When you try to speak you are stamped with a veto label
An older sibling takes precedence… sharing accomplishments
The youngest child’s needs seem to receive immediate focus
A thirst for gaining some attention eventually becomes stagnant
Your spotlight has a dimming glow in the middle of the circus
Regroup thoughts and move beyond the limits of family praise
Into the world of self-esteem and opportunities that congratulate
Your unique talents will be recognized and take center stage
Have patience… the day will come when everyone will appreciate
5/14/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-middle-child-3/
