My Cousin

We all talk about our brothers and sisters but seldom find single children talking about their siblings. This poem is for all those single children whose lives were enriched by the presence of their cousins. And for me, my beautiful cousin...

She loves cats

I love dogs

yet when she comes to my house

we spend most hours

talking about her cats chasing a mouse

I look into her eyes

And see the twinkle of joy

I turn to my mirror

I have the same twinkle

On seeing my cousin's sister rarely, so rarely

 Like a bunch of chipmunks

Giving birthday bumps

We would play for days and days

Growing up would get us daily amazed

In the same house being together raised

I look into her eyes

And see the twinkle of joy

Then I turn to my mirror

I have the same twinkle

On seeing my cousin's sister rarely, so rarely

 Looking similar

Dressing in one color

We stepped into the same shoes

I hold her hand

When she's scared

I give a push forward

And fight with her in her battles

With emotions in full throttle

I look into her eyes

And see the twinkle of joy

Then I turn to my mirror

I have the same twinkle

On seeing my cousin's sister rarely, so rarely

 I cherish her presence

 in my life

She may be absent a lot of times

But it always and always

brings in joy

whenever she leaves her essence

With so much grace and poise