Our Cousin Sherrill
Just a simple dress with a matching bonnet
Yet there was nothing plain about the child
Sherrill had gorgeous fat curls and sky-blue eyes
Everyone remarked on them even her grandmother
You have eyes like that too, grandma
Not like those eyes! Their grandmother replied.
No one has eyes like those eyes.
Sherrill was a beautiful child, prettier than most.
She was our cousin, and we loved her.
We still do.
Sherrill is sixty years older now, but still gorgeous.
And her eyes look like grandma’s used to look.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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