12/05/2011

A Poem For The Middle Child

Happy Birthday Mathew
I hope you know how much your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you.  Here is a poem I wrote just for you.
P.S.
I'm a middle child too.

Mathew in the Middle
by
Granny B

I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his Mother
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother

I’m not the oldest or the youngest
Just someplace in between
Nobody ever notices me
I feel like I’m never seen

His mother sighed and rolled her eyes
For she was an oldest child
“From where I sit,” she said with a smile
You have the best place by a mile

You don’t have to do everything first
Your parents have learned a thing or two
No one calls you the baby
I can’t see why you’re so blue.”

I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his father
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother

“I know how you feel,” said Mathew’s father
I’m brother number two
That’s why I gave you my name
So my number two wouldn’t be blue.”

Then Mathew thought of his middle name
It was just the same as his father
I guess number two is not so bad
And really not a bother.

Then Mathew’s mother gave him a great big hug
And soon so did his Dad
Mathew was the meat in the family sandwich hug
And it really wasn’t so bad.

3 comments:

April said...

PERFECT! He's going to love it! (He always wants to hear you read it first;)

shirlgirl said...

Great poem, and I am sure that Mathew will love it. It is so special to have a poem written by a special Granny.

Lolita said...

I was searching for a poem about the Middle Child. Being one, I was just curious and I found this.

So sweet for a loving granny to write one. I wish I could too to one of mine.

Thanks a lot.