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.

best friendcousinfriendshiplovefree verse

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