Kinship

KINSHIP!

It now seems very long ago,

That these two cousins said 'Hallo'.

Blake, in wonder at it all,

Harry , very, very small.

'They'll be such friends' we all agreed.

A happy welcoming indeed.

When Blake was six, and seven and eight,

He thought Harry really great.

He cuddled him, he made him giggle,

He tickled him and made him wriggle.

Again we said 'They're such good friends'.

It seemed the happiest of blends.

But Blake is ten now, Harry's five;

It's hard for friendship to survive.

Blake is a Game-Boy aficionado;

Harry's filled with wild bravado.
We thought that 'cousin' would mean 'like brother'
But now they just tolerate one another!

They sometimes seem  to be poles apart,

So that's upset the apple-cart.

And yet I'm sure in coming years,

They'll grow together, more like peers.

No doubt when both are middle-aged,

Another meeting will be staged.

'Hallo' they'll say, as they cross the floor,

'I remember meeting you before.'