You Are My Favorite
You are my favorite
The mama said to the youngest
Not so much in words
But in smiles
in nods, in gentle pats
In her tone of voice
The oldest knew he was the non-favorite
Each time he saw the mama interact with his brother
He felt a little more of himself slip away
Slip into a bit of a funk
Slip beneath the floor boards
You are my favorite
The mama tried with the oldest
The non-favorite
But in a different tone
in a non-genuine way
She was trying, but it was too little too late
They both knew
He smiled at her, saving her the heartbreak
She had not saved him.
He wished it was true, but the heart does not lie
And the heart was already wailing
Beneath the floorboards
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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