I wrote what I could not say to my cousin today. I’m using the term “bastard” in the traditional sense, not as an offence. He calls himself a lucky bastard….
To one lucky bastard…
As this is not my story to tell,
I’m sending it to you my cousin.
In a crowded room, you’ve always stood tall,
I’ve watched you and wondered?
I’ve seen your mum and dad proudly look on.
And I too have proudly called you my cousin.
And now I see a new family there for you as well.
You’re not a lucky bastard, we are.