It seems the streams resemble mourning a stranger
Family, extended through my cousin, River
If I’m sincere, scarcely did I even know her
But the well is flooding despite distance further
Rivers husband, with deep roots, it is his mother
Plunged in waterfalls, I never saw them falter
The embrace between her and her treasure
Not within the touch of fold yet you felt warmer
Held back by waves I can’t be there for anyone
For those I care for whose waters have overrun
For my beloved niece and nephews in none
For the treasures of the youth that have just now begun
My niece whom I asked how she fared, under the sun
Her response despite her age with haste but unshun:
“She’s not in pain anymore” she said, but not done
“At least with grandpa after 4 years”, her words spun.