Cousin Jeremy

by A Phoenyx in Flight   Apr 5, 2008


You died when I
was just a toddler.
But I've heard storys.
Of how close we were.

You use to call me
Your favorite nickel.
I use to stick to you like glue.
And follow you around.

You etched on a nickel
My name and "My favorite nickel."
I was your first
and only cousin.

But then you
killed yourself.
And now I
hardly remember you.

I have a picture
of you and me.
It captures the
last time I saw you.

Every now and then
I catch myself wondering.
If we would still be close.
If you were still alive.

(This is about my cousin Jeremy ,whom my brother was named after. I miss my cousin every day even though i hardly remember him.)

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  • 15 years ago

    by SilentlyDyingInside

    Aww, nicole, i love this poem

  • 15 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Aww, sorry to hear that happened, your cousin would love this poem, its very dedicated and lvoing. well done xx

  • 15 years ago

    by Jodie Phillips

    A very sad write, alot of pain expressed and its kind of like your searching and wondering can get a bit much....good write