“Cousins”
By Lisa Lyman Nielson
Life is at its finest when the cousins come to stay.
And the troubles of the world seem to fade or melt away.
Anticipations at it’s greatest when we know they’re headed here.
Whether fair or foul the weather it’s the perfect time of year.
It’s the grandest kind of feeling just to know they’re on their way.
And we’ll embrace with warm affection by the ending of the day.
For there is no better feeling than the cousins’ visit brings.
And the eager moment blossoms when the doorbell finally rings.
Then the door is far flung open and children all descend.
This is joy without its equal ‘till the long awaited visit ends.
When alas it’s time for parting, each must take his homeward track.
We have love enough to hold us ‘till the cousins all come back!
““[Aunt] Lisa wrote the poem and I put it to the tune of ‘Come, Thou Fount’ so we could sing it at MDB.””