Poems.

Noah.

My cousin has grown up to be such a nice young man.

He lives in New York, apart from the rest of my family.

He has grown easily two feet since I last saw him.

He used to be short and immature, but I'm starting to see how the times have changed.

He takes pride in his appearance and isn't
rude at all.

He's a young man now.

They grow up.

I'm very emotional.

I'm only a month older than Noah, but I feel like I have been the one on the other side, watching him grow up when we were younger. (Age ten until now, possibly?)

I love all of my cousins, I'm glad that I'm so close with my family.