They raised the eldest child
With all their love and care,
They taught them, raised them well,
And watched them from afar.
But when the first child grew,
And started their own life,
The parents, tired, weary,
Ignored the youngest child's strife.
No more bedtime stories,
No more special gifts,
No more time together,
No more family shifts.
The youngest child grew,
But there was no one there,
To guide them, to watch them,
To tell them they were fine.
The youngest child, alone,
Grew up feeling lost,
Ignored, uncared for,
unwanted.
