Joey

Your grandmother was my father's sister
so of course I would not call you Mister
We were born in fifty-five you and I
I never would have guessed that you would die
and I would be left to bid you good-bye.
As cousins go, you were second to none,
though you were never the only one.
When we discussed our family genealogy
I never knew if you were impressed as me,
Great and grand parents seem to double every generation
in any given regressed chart of an imagined configuration.
Bloodlines cross and tales are spun like cotton.
Yours will be among mine, not soon forgotten.