A cousin is a precious gift,
A part of time and space.
Don’t need to hear “I love you.”
Can see it in her face.
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We share a common ancestry,
Belonging to one place.
An extra little something,
A bond that we embrace
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One day we’ll find this photo,
Within life’s tattered lace.
I’ll look you up and share once more,
What time cannot erase.
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A photo, that I took, of my granddaughter (on the right) with her cousin Madison.
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.
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i love my cousins!
Mine are special to me too! Thanks for commenting, Teresa.