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Cousin J.B.

by Lisa Norman



When he walked in with his floppy mohawk I was scared

It was the first time him in awhile

My brother hugged him

I did not

He sat there and then stopped

Looked at me with his ocean blue eyes

Asked why I didnít hug my favorite cousin

Jokingly smiled and chuckled like a chipmunk

So I comfortably talked to him

He was getting ready to leave and I said goodbye

But I didnít know that was the last time I would see him.