Me, the only sibling-less child out of the bunch,
and my numerous cousins, were all gathered at Maw maw's house.
As we were obsessed with sleep-overs in our youth,
we begged and begged to sleep over at each other's houses
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Nika... I am swept off my feet in the rush of memories of a grandma! This poem carries me back to my childhood and to my own mother! How your grandma could predict the rain.... I feel the members of that generation were all soothsayers...! How she doted on you and how you slept over with your cousins.... To be without siblings is onething that makes me sad of you! Thoroughly drenched in this torrential downpour of memories! Thanks Nika for your sweet response on my 300th poem!