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