You can tell they are cousins, and Abby is the leader - maybe even downright bossy. However, Makyla trundles along behind her.
Contented
she followed her older cousin
six year old wise leader knew to
dash, grab, fill her basket
younger two year old stumbled
on unmown grass
plastic eggs beckoned
chubby fingers clutched a purple sphere
she waved it, delighted
something rattled
pried open to behold a penny
enraptured, she stood
filmy cloud of white dress
billowed, blonde hair windblown
studied her find, ignored entreaties to
seek more
satisfied with her prizes
Joanne Faries
How cute they both are! And they get along so well. I remember playing with cousins. We didn't live close together so when we did get together, it was so much fun. And I love the poem. It captures the moment.
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