A diamond between his teeth.

He was quite young,
when he accidentally sucked the diamond
from your thumb.
My little brother and I,
in the face of a dream,
beyond our own eyes.

A band of words.
Intentions of might.
Mum loved us back and forth -
to and from the Moon and starry herds.
Who knows if the other thing was right?
Or, was his loss of her,
enough to kill enduring light?

The fire glowed.
Sofas were velvety-green.
The gem between his teeth bestowed
a moment of surprise, humour and glee.
Enough to conquer any future misery?
In the house to which, soon, we would all flee.