Because I Know

I’ve a blood relative I’ve never met....

And because I know we’ve both grown..."ripe"...

Because I know my hour glass is...well...less than half (or even one-quarter) full...

I wish to fly to Argentina.

To hug a cousin.

To kiss his children.

To hear his music.

To congratulate him

On a life well lived

And praise him for his love of family

And offer him my shoulder to cry on

Because he lost his brother...

(and because his music moves me so...)

I have a cousin named Carlos

And I feel blessed.

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