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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