by Jay Shree

Created on: June 03, 2010

I gave away my toys

when I lost the title of the only child,

to the oldest child,

from Barbie dolls, soft toys and finally my coat,

my snow mittens and flower napkins,

being the oldest now,

I lost too much,

too young for my age,

no more play-times with mummy and daddy,

because I am the oldest one now,

the one little sister has to look up to,

the one to take care of the baby,

mommy and daddy has left me to grow up,

while little sister gets warm hugs.

 The oldest I am,

not much of a choice,

it is a sweet time yet painful at times,

with divided attentions,

restless enough to venture for new mistakes,

it is enough to be scarred first and shed it with,

being the oldest child.

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