To One Lucky Bastard by Felicity Fox

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.