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
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