Growing up the only child was;
No one to play dolls with
No one to argue with; it was just:
Being the only child taught me
to value relationships.
See she isn’t just a
The Cousin who owned hands
that would wipe tears off my face.
The Cousin I would get into trouble with.
The Cousin that brightens up my world
in the darkest hours.
She isn’t just my aunt’s daughter;
she is my Cousin;
My other half.
The other half that makes the wise decisions.
The other half that makes the world go round.
The other half that picks me up when I'm down.
Without that other half;
I’ll just be