Raising an Only Child
Dad, this is none of your business!
You never had sisters or brothers
to fight. And you stand abashed
again, an only child. Lone species
from two multi-sibling parents
who found you a mystery.
You can be made an only child
by rivals who fail early
and give back your lullaby.
You can see sibbling taught
by the instant rally of a cohort
that, were you theirs, would defend you
though with the same giggles
about bossiness or dalliance—
You do have brains, but no sense!
Employable only solo or top,
making friends from your own kind
is relief with blades in it,
assorted long adolescences
with whoop and giddy wit:
You can’t have anything!
and I, the only true human.
But also reproach from your own:
Dad, you laughed and joked way more
with your rat-pack adopted children
than us. And you stammer
I wasn’t answerable for them—
Some go off to reboot
and you sit, recalling sorrier
links of your self-raising chain.
Les Murray
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