Family

A family of five,
Two parents, three children,
Each with a story to tell.
They laugh and they cheer,
With pride and with joy,
All but the middle child here.

It starts with the father,
The man of the house,
Who holds all the titles with glee.
Head boy, Hong Kong Uni,
Degrees in the bag,
That is why he'll never see.

The mother comes next,
With pride in her life,
She holds all and more than the man.
Head girl, Hong Kong Uni,
Degrees in her arms,
She does all and more that she can.

Next is the eldest,
The age of a man,
He holds everything in his belt.
OC, JR,
USyd scholarship and
Standards which cannot be helped.

Youngest of all,
A girl laughing ten,
She stands with her head held high.
Skipped OC,
Lands in JR,
It's dux in her hands as she flies.

So last and the least,
It's obvious that
I'll never match any of this.
With little to hold,
But knowing that they
Are my family and I am the miss.

For I am not smart,
I cannot do right,
All that I do is too low.
So I'll stay here and hide,
Watch them with pride,
As they laugh and they cheer and they glow.

KC - 4/7/05