Charlotte

I will always right remember days that went all through September. Days so innocent and meek swinging, chasing, hide-and-seek. We were just children, eight or nine no cares or worries, concerns for time, just common roots and common ways and homes alike in which were raised. Country children, best of friends, both had chores in which to tend. Feed the cows or sweep the floor, "No running inside!" or "Shut the door!" Forever we are such close cousins, always laughing, never fussin' Our friendship may it never part, occupied within our hearts. For days move on, much older now, Fine lines rest along our brow, But time it cannot ever steal The love we have, and always will. Sweet cousin, oh so very kind. Sweet, sweet cousin. Sweet cousin of mine.