Calling All Cousins

My parents were the youngest of their sibs.
My dad had older sisters (numbered four).
For Mom there’s near nine years between the cribs
her sister and herself were put in. Sure
I have some cousins, but they’re all those years
ahead of what my mom and dad produced.
And too we moved away. We had no near
extended family around our roost.

So I have sixteen cousins to recall,
and I possess some memories of meals
and visits, yet the fact is they’re a small
and quiet engine powering no wheels.
But now that Mom, their only auntie, shrinks,
I’m calling them and we’re refreshing links.

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