The Least of My Brothers

He was in the sixth grade one of those who are left out But some memories never fade as his mom lost her bout He was a good kid records show just always a bit behind Little did anyone know how it felt to always be maligned As with that big F for Failure he seldom received any relief Christmas would bring more perhaps adding to his grief Students presents piled high his was right near the end He hadn't the money to buy but such a gift he would send The perfume was used and the bracelet was missing a bead The students confused so they followed their teachers lead How beautiful she said of the smell and this beautiful bracelet Agreeing with her every student as well "the best one could get" Waiting for minutes after the bell then going up to her to say That's how my mom used to smell, her bracelet worn each day And after the little boy walked away she thanked the Lord above Realizing that on this day the Holy Spirit filled her heart with love