THE MIDDLEST
by Teresita Perez
When they were only little boys
restrained just to our nest,
I had to introduce them
and this is what I said.
"Eric is my oldest son."
And since Adam was near,
I said, "This is my youngest one."
And then Omar appeared.
But when I was about to speak,
he gleamed and smiled his best,
announcing something quite unique,
"And I'm the middlest."
My middle child's the one who smiles;
yes, more so than the others.
Though he would also start more fights
driving crazy his brothers.
Yet now they both look up to him,
the biggest and the smallest,
for the middlest has changed a lot.
He grew to be the tallest.
With flowers, hugs and words so sweet
he brings me quite a thrill.
He gave me from his first pay check
a fifty dollar bill;
and he also bought his grandma
a gift with his first money.
He call me sexy, whistles at me,
and is sweeter than honey.
When he was only two days old,
the classic lullaby,
I'd sing to him to bring on sleep
and he'd begin to cry.
But when I sang "La Cucaracha"
his face reflected peace,
as if he'd been caressed
by soft and tender breeze.
And he would quickly fall asleep
hearing the rhythmic pitch.
If I switched to the classic,
his nose began to twitch,
until he woke up crying.
How cute! But having pity
I quickly sang again
"La Cucaracha" ditty.
Of special places in my heart,
there's three that are the best,
where Omar's cozy in between
right in the middlest.
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