Hell broke lose on the fifth of December…

When my family heard the cries of their brand new member…

My mom could barely smile and cry at the same time…

My dad could not stop acting like a wind chime…

My sister went berserk, to find a baby girl…

A brother that she wanted, those tantrums that she hurled…

The grandeur of my existence…

Was surely more than its pretence…

I never knew I’d be so well treated…

And my parents would be so well greeted…

As I happened to grow a bit older…

And I no longer remained a toddler…

I was not much pampered…

And my identity that got hampered…

I could no longer cry for any toys…

And often fought with all those boys…

I was punished for behaving bad…

I howled but no one seemed to feel sad….

I soon realized the beauty of being old…

Cuz all that glitters is not always gold…

By now, I had learned most of my life lessons…

Something I couldn’t afford to be missing…

I was young, pretty but not very shy…

Surely ready to attract so many guys…

And now I’m here, turning much more older…

Wishing to turn back into a tiny toddler…

God turns our days into years and more…