Monday, April 16, 2018

The Favorite

The Favorite

I never knew her brother.
Our lives never intersected,
but I attended his memorial
when he died, where I learned
all I needed to know.

At that crowded service,
each of his grandchildren
stood up to say a few words
and share fond memories,
telling such sweet tales of times
spent together, and every one,
Every Single Grandchild,
stated (with utmost certainty)
that they were his favorite.

I laughed and I cried and I wished
I’d known him when he was alive.
But, thankfully, I knew his sister,
and (I’m absolutely certain)
I was her favorite.

PSC / 2018


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