My parents let me know they are kin;
When we were little boys and girls,
At family gatherings played together again.
The more “ants” and uncles you had
The more cousins you had to play with!
Mine was Thelma and I was jealous when she married.
It was very cool since I was an only child.
Away from under the nose of my two controlling parents.
As uncles and aunts died-off
Spread across the states,
Increasingly less contact over decades with them
Less and less meaningful relationships
As they married or we had our careers.
Cousins are cool when you are young,
They are non-assisting adults in my experience as we age.
I only reconnected via LinkedIN with one who was similar to me,
Recently and only one year older than I;
A judicial magistrate who I played ball with in 1969!
Only to hear that he just died a couple months thereafter!
Cousins with reality checks, is what they are good for.
I never hear from or about most of them,
Save from my thankfully still alive Mum.
Cousins are like a phantom family member and war;
Past parental fun and we had to be around so why not?
Yet as a child of one’s uncle or aunt,
I tried to check-in with an older cousin guy I admired;
Mum encouraged me to do so but,
We have nyet in-common!
He is a stick-in-the-mud snob.
At the end of my day,
What are they really good for?