We’ve been cousins since I was born
In a Racine Winter of February cold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
My cousin Randy was my buddy
Since my brothers and sister had left the fold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
We grew up on “Hi-O-Silver”
We were Cowboys, oh so bold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
Randy played guitar with his brother Jer
Folkies and Beatles of the 60’s mold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
We rode the bus downtown goin’ bowlin’
Uncle Willie taught us the ball to hold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
Our hair was blond and thin
We fit the Johnson family mold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
We loved Smokie links and Kool-Aid
That gave us fortitude untold;
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
We went swimming Friday nights at the Y
With underwater sharks we imagined we rolled
When we were young
And our mothers were not old.
Now we share years full of winding trails
With memories that are gold;
When are mothers are in heaven
And now we are getting old.
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Poem by Steven J. Pedersen for Friday June 5th, 2009
Dedicated to my Cousin Randy who visited us with his wife MaryAnn as we had lunch out at Whistling Straits on Tuesday June 2nd.
