This Family has a reputation to uphold

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
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