Steady, Forgotten

Brother, Brother, where art thou?
Swallowed into your world.
Sister, lost soul, I need you.¹
Both broken, but you’ve now thrown pieces.

Cereal once, now a dust bowl between us.
You’re always worse, or better.
Let’s stop racing.
 
Same posture.
Same jawline.
Same cadence.
Same head nods.
But our stories don’t track in old ways.
 
Precious Boy
The Great Son
Favorite Daughter
Darling Girl
“Kill the calf. My child has been raised!”

There’s one you don’t see who has not fallen once.
Take a moment to sing that child’s praise.
 

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Notes
1 – “Sister Lost Soul,” song/lyrics by Alejandro Escovedo

Image
“Soloist” – Photo by Chris JL, FlickrCC https://tinyurl.com/y3fdw9cy