Dear Cousin

Micah, dear cousin.

It seems you are to take a husband.
It seems to me, a distant dream.
For to me you will always be,
a child playing hide and seek.

Making forts behind Maws.
Using tin and wire to build our walls.
Running with Mike and Krystal laughing furiously!
While I look on from those old stone steps watching curiously.

It's odd, but almost fitting that I not see.
Just how grown you've come to be.
Joined today by the bonds of marriage.
Such a thing would leave my childhood image disparaged.

Even though we have distanced ourselves
from those bygone days.
Deep in our hearts,
those children still play.