My father’s bones

And my mother’s eyes

One brother’s smile

And the other’s sigh

 My skin is hot from the summer sun

My eyes squeezed shut to try to feel at one

My father’s house

My mother’s home

One brother’s flat

And the other’s road

My skin is frail from winter winds

My lips are chapped from holding in

My father’s grave

My mother’s chair

One brother’s gaze

And the other’s glare

My hands still shake 

As I say our name

For I know soon we will all come to an end
 
-z.mills