Little Girl Pearl

 

Firstborn

There once was a precious little girl,

Who most suitably was named Pearl,

She was her parents’ pride and joy,

They lavished her with playful toys,

She paid no mind to all their doting,

All their pining and their gloating,

As she grew,

Her independence did too,

She was a princess gone rogue,

A mischievous child, not at all in vogue,

She made mud pies in the kitchen sink,

And refused to wear the color pink,

She tapped danced atop the grand piano,

Because she was no longer the top banana,

Her parents had given her a baby brother,

He took her spotlight, and her mother,

How dare he come and wreck her world!

A series of misconduct would need to unfurl!

That was the solution, so she thought,

It was only their attention that she sought,

She made as much noise as she could,

To get them to look, if only they would,

Then her dad and mom sat her by their side,

You’re a big sister now, they said with pride,

They lay the tiny baby upon her lap,

The jealousy melted away in a snap,

She knew right away.  She was still their Pearl,

Their one and only firstborn girl!

Tammy Harvey   written:  3/20/2023