Writing Workshop – Second

This is my entry for the lovely Josie’s Writing Workshop over at Sleep is for the Weak.

Second


You are not my first born,
You are my second born,
That does not mean you are second,
Not in my heart, not in my mind.

You mean the world to me,
Your little face lights up the room,
Your laugh gets everyone laughing,
Your tantrums has everyone crying.

From the moment you were born,
You melted my heart,
The way you looked at me,
The way you still do.

I love you more than life,
I love you so much,
You will always be my baby,
You and your brother will never be second.