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Orlando
In my childhood and teenage
years I had a cousin, which him
and I were like the ocean and
sand, inseparable;
I would share my early poetry
writings with him, he was
actually my first critic!
In our childhood we became
tougher by fighting each other
although I never took too much
pride in fighting, he's a fighter!
He's also an artist who's canvas
paintings at times reflected my
poetry. I remember the time I
wrote a poem after a dream I had.
I was so eager to show him the
poem, I ran to his house, to my
surprise I found him painting on a
canvas.
I gave him my poem to read as I
acknowledge his painting--we both
looked at each other with an 'aw'
because what I had just written he
had painted.
That is when we knew our minds
were connected; this was 20 years
ago, today I hardly see him! Not
that I don't want too, or the time in
our life's doesn't allow, but feel I
am of a nuisance or bother in his
life now.
Yes, I'm wild in nature, but the
more I see him the more distant he
seems, or maybe I am the one who
seems distant, but I have made an
effort to keep close, yet seems so
far in my effort!
I miss my cousin Orlando, the
previous version! Maybe we've
grown to far apart to come close
again! Maybe!
Remember a cousin sometimes
becomes the only brother or sister
who knows you better than most
including your own siblings.
He was a brother to me! Every day I
reminiece on the good ol' days!
