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My Cousin, My Friend

December 24, 2015

I see an image of him every day.
He is in the family picture on the shelf
That I see when I view the nearby clock,
Which is all the time and every day.
He smiles at me with that certain smile
That says, “I am happy and content;
I am with my family.”
Indeed he is, because he is in our hearts.
Maybe it is a smirk on his face which says,
“I know more than you think I know about this or that.”
Indeed he did know;
He was the smartest man I ever came across.
Or is it an expression of amusement,
Or kindness and understanding?
Because he shared all of that with us
And with everyone.
Whatever thoughts he had
When the picture was made,
He continues to share with me,
For he was and is my cousin, my friend,
And my memories of him are timeless.


From → Poetry

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