The oldest one becomes the first to walk
and talk and drive. His parents smile and cheer
each time he uses “ potty” or a spoon.
Conforming and absorbing life while strapped
inside a seat, he sings their songs and makes
them proud. He follows all their latest rules,
obeys, succeeds and leads the younger ones.
He doesn’t know they watch each choice he makes.
Like gibbons sharing forest vines, they learn.
© 2011 Kim King
KSquaredPoetry 
fun and apt..
bless your weekend,
see you at potluck this Sunday again…
we are open Sunday, 8pm, American Central.
Thanks! I will be checking in to this weekend, but after my nieces wedding!