Oldest of Seven

The oldest child is the first for everything
The first to give up their toys because somebody wants to play with them
The first to give up plans because of course your the babysistter
The first to grow-up because you have to lead by example
Taught me to never act as if your the only one effected
Having your sibling watching your every move is stressful
Well I'm the first of Seven
Six people looking up to me
Five headaches a week
Four that's already making me proud
Three that's extremely too loud
Two that's taller then me
But One thing they'll have when I'm gone
Is a proud big sister
Who heart was always their home

This poem is about: 
My family

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