The giving child bears the brunt of the load_
They always travel the roughest road.
They're expected to sacrifice and do all of
the giving_
While the other siblings get all the credit and do all the living.
You were the giving child and you did it
with a good heart_
It was a burden you were destined to
carry from the start.
The giving child at some point will
rebel_
But underneath they are put through a
moral hell.
To shirk a self inposed duty can be
done-
But for the giving child the guilt lurks in the distance and it isn't any fun.
Its easy for the giving child to forget the
years of dedication_
And remember only that moment in time
when they opted for their own emancipation.
So if a little guilt should ever rear its
ugly head_
Put it in an iron box, close the lid and
hold it down until its dead.
The bonds are never broken by the
giving child_
But as parents get older they tend to
forget for a while.
In the end its always the giving child
that rallies round_
Diligently standing by the bedside
monitoring every sound.
In the blink of God's eye when all's over
and done_
The giving child can stand with a clear conscience and face the setting sun.
Be it gift or curse, it'll be remembered
then_
This child so giving_ Her name is Friend.
by_
Mary S. Hymel
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