Rolling on the deck,
Examining my cousins cheeks, pink as a rose’s glow
Feeling the hard wood against my skin,
Exhilarating was how I felt that day.
Sweltering under the blazing Texas sun
Rolling on that deck at Perlas
Smelling the mouthwatering food
Urging us to come inside.
Hearing the cars zoom through the street, louder than a space shuttle launch.
Overwhelming were my feelings of joyousness
Deafening were the sounds of my cousins laughter bubbling into the air
Unfaltering was my smile that day when our cousins came.
In my family we have these ‘cousins’, and we visit them every time that we can, we’re really close with them.