Our mothers sisters,
our fathers brothers,
So much closer than cousins are we;
And sharing so many childhood hours,
Made you more like a sister to me.
O, those precious childhood memories!
Woven in time like a tapestry,
As I ponder upon them I realise
What a loyal friend you proved to be.
Although we often travelled different paths
In the intervening years,
We always met at every milestone
Sharing our laughter and our tears.
I salute you, cousin, sister, friend!
Charge my glass, raise it to you
And drink your toast that you may know,
My love for you is lasting and true.
Written for my cousin
Joyce Robinson. April 1989.
Read at Joyce's funeral, 10 October 2003.