Aah, memories! Great write, I especially love the line ‘It was I who always ended up carnaged’, says it all!

Awwwwhh! Poor kid. So is that why you stopped at 2, or are you planning a third child so that you can commiserate with your own middle child.
I was the younger of two girls. I now have two girls. I tend to spoil the younger one by getting her new stuff. I have created little shopping monsters, letting them have all the stuff I didn’t get as a child.

Beautiful memories–great work!

Good one dude, loved it, missing my bro here..

great work ruther, absolutely brillaint.

Excellent write rutherfranc although a little sad , I was a middle child and can relate

So impressive piece of work. It warms and saddens the heart. Reminds my boyhood as well.

I was an only; but I have three children. During their growing-up years I was constantly amazed and apalled by what three children can do to each other.

Oh my….i loved it…so nice!

I, too, would be center child…I remember the feelings as you do, Rut…thanks for remembering for us all.

Nice piece, good flow and imagery. Wasn’t any better being the youngest!
Thanks,
Clay

The plight of the middle child! I was the youngest of two and although I was jealous of my older sister, now I can see that I often got the best of the deal.

Its hard not to remember ones own childhood.. The middle one generally has it tough…Thanks for posting!!

well-written but i guess its not only the mid-child that runs into crisi so are the eldest. Take it from me. I’m the eldest in a brood of seven and i have to share everuthing i own with my younger siblings.

Thanks everybody.. don`t want to start an argument here but the eldest gets to be the leader and gets to use everything first..

ahh the cherished memories,and the immature pain of the middle-man.
I completely agree to your sentiments man,the older gets all.haha.
guess why?*wild grin*

Your poems always offer sweet memories,emotions,feelings and other aspects of life,It seems you are very passionate about life,and so your presence here is contagious.keep on writing man.

my deepest respect and gratitude,ruth
LOVE IS ALL

Walk in beauty change the poem.

great poem! i really enjoyed it!

My own middle child was always the neediest. Good insights here.

Wow what a poem and so nicely done.

FIRST DAY FIRST WRITE AND A HUNDRED COMMENTS

I ENVY U MOST FOR I \’M THE THIRTEENTH ONE ,

SO THEY DO not celebrate my birthday
but lament. Gone are the days folks had a hockey team, now most of us stop at two. do not try for a third one
taking precautions should do.
well done its really a lovely one.

LH

The middle child syndrome, either the black sheep or the achiever. You certainly fit the latter rutherfranc. You’re right. So much to thank for.

I’m a mid-kid too, so I know the grief you felt. Actually, I think I developed a stronger character and am much more independent than the other two. This was a great share. Thank you.

nakakaloka din maging panganay no!

Oh, My eldest son feels the same way!

very good poem! brings back the memories.. and very raw feelings that can now be confessed.. now you can smack your elder brother in the head with no hard feelings.. hehe

soo beautiful, flow and rhyme perfect, almost like hearing you tell your story, awesome write

It is usually happens to many mid-child. That’s the pattern and very difficult to avoid. Unless the family has been counseled by Psychologist about this then they can do better than this…

Very nice poem

Wonderful Poem! Kept my attention.

DAMN RF, YOU SOUND LIKE MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE..LOL but it’s true about being in that spot. i was second out of 8 so i got the brunt of the beatings too..lol

by the way i loved the poem….

Very interesting. I understand how it felt since I was a second of 5 children. It was tough but when you think about it, we still grew up well and good!

great poem
I was an eldest child but I can see what you\’re saying for the one below!!
thanks – revivor

very original, I was not a middle child but I now have a better picture about what it might have been like for my little sister.

That was quite a wonderful read. I am a mid-child too, though I did not experience that much.

I have no idea of what you’re talking about with this mid-child thing as I am the 7th daughter and the 12th child of 14 children.

It seemed like you had a lot of fun, though. Nice write as always, Ruther.

Great poem, it’s tough being a kid no matter what number you come in at! Really enjoyed this.

a very lovely poem…shud i say…bitter-sweet memory!! probably my bro’s feelin d same right now…he too is a mid-child..man i guess the only way out is to b d youngest…
Oh n Debra….14children wow…dats a house full…

My middle son would agree with you. A parent has plenty of love to go around but they don’t have the time. I know I didn’t give my children all they needed but we cant go back and do it over. It really makes me feel bad but as you say the past is the past. We have to move on.

Oh baby boy, you needed more attention.I was the baby growing up but I wasn’t spoiled either

I liked this It touches a part of me

This is really wonderful and I really enjoyed reading it.

Beautiful memories. Nice write.