Big Sister, Middle Child

BIG SISTER

I’m bigger than my sister.
She’s much smaller than me.
I do things that she can’t do,
And sometimes she pesters me.

I’m older than my sister,
She’s much younger than me.
I’m taller too – I can do,
A very much more than she.

I can jump so much higher,
I can even tie my shoe.
I can also write my name,
That’s more than she can do.

But still I love my sister,
And she sure looks up to me.
Soon she’ll grow, and then she’ll know
Well, almost as much as me!

MIDDLE CHILD

I’m not so big or little,
I fit right in the middle.
Like the cream in a cookie,
I’m as sweet as I can be!

I sure don’t like to be teased.
Sometimes I really feel squeezed,
So then I push up up up,
And I push down, down and down,
Because I’m in the middle.

Too many times I do hear,
“You’re too small for this, my dear.”
“You’re too big for that, my dear.”
And they always do compare!
Now I ask you, is that fair?

Really, truly, I’m just me,
That is all I want to be.
So please just let me be me,
Then I promise you’ll see,
How special I really am!

By Sylvia Molesko

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