Cousins

What have you gathered my children,
and where are you going?
In through the front door and
straight out the back.
gardens await you, while
the sea meets the shore.

Will you carry your gatherings across
generations? Place them on your mantle,
remembrance of times past, of laughter
merged with wind chimes, flying kites
on the beach and rolling down the hill
grass stains on knees, sandwiches fusing
sticky fingers, while brownies stain
lips and cheeks when eaten on the run.

Bodies age, but hearts remain connected.