While trying to organize a family reunion So old and young could meet and communion I called near and far: West Coast to East North to South Compiling names, numbers and addresses Whew! I can’t tell you how great the progresses I made in talking to some folks I didn’t even know existed! Most were friendly. But there was only one mean, OLD, CROTCHETY cousin who resisted. But, I went on sending out letters and email *Now, just bear with me, I’m getting to the crux of my tale……* Well, during one of those phone calls, a 2nd cousin of mine Decided she needed to explain and define Her “relationship” to ME Well, that really wasn’t necessary Cuz I already KNEW her DADDY, (my mother’s 1st cousin) Wasn’t her biological father. But, she never knew that until AFTER he passed He held it until his last Breath Even his pending death Didn’t loosen his lips. Cuz ya see, his love always did eclipse Any lack of blood-lines Nor made any kinds Of difference. So, I told her that she was STILL my COUSIN And, no single deterrent nor a dozen Would keep me from saying so! If she was good enough for HIM Then, it was still the same status quo! He raised her and loved her She carried his name So, to me, and anybody else It ought to be the same!