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
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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