More Than Just My Cousin

You were born into the family when I was just five years old.

The daughter of my father's sister, if the truth be told. It took you

a little while to grow big enough to play. You moved across the street from

me. We played both night and day. Just my little cousin.

You were my biggest fan. Oh, what wild girls we were

as across the street we ran. Those days are long gone now, lost to time's

shifting sand. You became more than just my cousin. You are my

very best friend. As we got a little older, both busy growing families of our