Grandfather sent a dime between continents
A little recognition
A smile from abroad
A token just a crooked latitude away from banal platitudes in play
The crying son got nothing
Blue lips pleading for gifts and sweets
neediness and attention seeking idiosyncracies
Not a grain of sugar for his sour mouth nor a sent for him to see
The older son tall and sufficient carried big wads of humility
A chest full of patience and golden forgiveness lined his heart
His younger brother craved so many things digging his fingernails in
empty sweaty hands is all he pulled from expanses between the schoolyard
The wealthiest son cradled his brother
sung him to sleep when madness reigned
halted his anger when rage melted his reason
Dried his tears and shared his wealth for the youngest son was art
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