Poetry About Firstborn Children

The first child enters a house still learning its rules. Every milestone teaches the parents their own names. Responsibility arrives before the shoulders are ready. You become the bridge the younger feet will cross. Yet beneath the careful example, a child keeps playing. The oldest also deserves a hand that says: begin again.

Every milestone teaches the parents their own names. Being first is not the same as being finished. You become the bridge the younger feet will cross. Even firstborn Children keeps more than one meaning in view. The family grows up in more than one direction.

The first child enters a house still learning its rules. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Responsibility arrives before the shoulders are ready. Yet beneath the careful example, a child keeps playing. The family grows up in more than one direction. The oldest also deserves a hand that says: begin again.