He was neither here nor there.
But I remember him
like a giant teddy bear.
He taught me to open locked doors
with a credit card.
He built my once-abandoned lego set.
He buried me under pillows
and held my secret
until I was declared
hide-and-seek champion.
And I remember that Christmas
where he let us
squash him under an air mattress
until we were left breathless
from laughs.
And he showed me Clue the movie.
How many years has it been?
I’m not sure.
But just as a childhood stuffie,
you’ll never be forgotten.
Oh sweet cousin of mine,
no, you’ll never be forgotten.
- Lydia Copeland
This poem was written for my cousin who committed suicide. His name is Sean. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and maybe he didn't consider me family, but he always was and always will be my cousin. I don't have a bad memory of him even though I knew he had it rough. May the Lord grant him peace in death.
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