Cousins
We spent our youth
As two lonely children
Living in two different
Parts of the city
Gathered once
A week, while
Our mothers
Talked about
Bathroom cleaners,
Laundry detergent,
Husbands,
We would play
Fairyland
And fight over
Who plays the princess
And who the wicked
Witch.
The garden would
Transform into a
Magical kingdom
Where the fairy princess
Lived, and the witch hid
Under the Willow tree.
I knew every branch
Of that Willow tree by
The time I was ten,
And the pink tu-tu
Moulded to the body
Of my younger cousin.
I could hear the music of
That worn out Sleeping
Beauty record, as it
Was played for the
Millionth time accompanied
By the smell of cookies
And possibly a fourth pot
Of brewing coffee and my
Grandmother quietly watching
From the living room window.
©Copyright 1992. All rights reserved.
As two lonely children
Living in two different
Parts of the city
Gathered once
A week, while
Our mothers
Talked about
Bathroom cleaners,
Laundry detergent,
Husbands,
We would play
Fairyland
And fight over
Who plays the princess
And who the wicked
Witch.
The garden would
Transform into a
Magical kingdom
Where the fairy princess
Lived, and the witch hid
Under the Willow tree.
I knew every branch
Of that Willow tree by
The time I was ten,
And the pink tu-tu
Moulded to the body
Of my younger cousin.
I could hear the music of
That worn out Sleeping
Beauty record, as it
Was played for the
Millionth time accompanied
By the smell of cookies
And possibly a fourth pot
Of brewing coffee and my
Grandmother quietly watching
From the living room window.
©Copyright 1992. All rights reserved.
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