Cheerful, loving, goofy.
They are simply themselves.
When I am down, they pick me up.
Like a clown they entertain.
I don’t have to be something I’m not.
Shed a tear or a dropp of blood, they don’t judge.
They are their own type of friend,
There’s nothing in the world like cousins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem