Sunday, October 16, 2011

i am the oldest child

i am the first born
i am a storm
i am a breeze
i am the calm

i ask questions first
i am curious
i am cautious
i am the compass

i face change first
i am scared
i am confident
i am the conquer 

i accept myself first
i am growing
i am changing
i am the caterpillar

i am the oldest child.


2 comments:

  1. I love this -- it beautifully describes our oldest too.

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  2. She is.
    It's a really beautiful poem, Eric. Thank you for sharing.

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