Being an only child
Secure in being the main object of a parent's love,
No jostling for position to win and get above--
A sibbling who is the apple of his mother's eyes,
Who sleeps in the best bed and gets her attention when he cries.
Often it's the tiny moments in life that catch you by the throat,
As friends in school about their many sibblings loudly gloat.
An older sibbling would have blazed a trail to follow,
Being the only one frequently left me hollow.
Of friends at school and college I grew quite fond,
But friends tend to come and go,no permanent bond.
Should someone knock at the family door,
There's no-one there to share the woe.
Fortunate to be well loved and get a B.A.
I still think it would have been great to share my DNA.