This is for my daughter ’79 who turns 30 today. I wrote it several years ago for a different birthday but I think it is worth reprinting for today. I can hardly believe it, I have 2 children in their thirties now. She was the Punky Brewster in the family. Artistic and daring to be different, especially with her socks. She sang her own songs before she could talk and loved music right from the start. It’s no wonder she chose music as her life’s endeavor. She has her first concert as a conductor this Friday at San Diego State University and I know we all wish her good luck.
Child in the Middle
Child in the middle looking for a place to fit
Pounding square pegs into round holes
Mismatched socks, awkward soul.
I wanted to write you a song
But I couldn’t find the notes
So I taught you to find your own notes
And you did.
They may be different from everyone elses
But they are your own
Beautiful and unique like you.
You have learned to write your own song of life
It’s music enriches everyone who hears
You have made your own place to fit
Awkward soul no more.
I wanted to write you a poem
But I couldn’t find the words
I hope these will do.
You are loved and we are proud
Now lets talk about those socks.