First Born - Diane Scantlebury

I’m the first born
And I’m resentful,
That my parents should dare,
To have a spare,
A usurper to my rightful place
In their affections,
I’ll always be first
Of that there can be no question,
But what is more,
I’m angry and sore,
That another should challenge
The hierarchy of my position,

I’m the middle child
And I don’t think it's fair,
That my siblings resent me
Don’t want to share,
When there’s really no reason
Why they fail to see,
That our parents' affection is equal
And they love them as much as me,

I’m the youngest
And I don’t want to quibble,
But I can’t agree
With the first or the middle,
For I’m the baby, the spoilt one,
And it’s plain to see,
Who my parents love the best
And it’s me, me, me!

Diane Scantlebury