We were comrades safely
Tucked away beneath
The green, leafy stone walls
Of our backyard hiding place.
Our innocence was hidden
By the tall rosebushes
And their ripe blossoms
That served as our fortress.
A pair of young girl cousins
Exactly the same age, preteen,
Curious about coming of age
And glad to spend an afternoon together.
Our childhood bare knees touched
On the sandy, damp floor
That mingled an earthy
Fragrance with the rose petals.
We didnít want to be found
by younger siblings, too naÔve,
So we hid ourselves to exchange
What tidbits we knew about growing up.
At first, we shyly grinned at one another
And, then, began chirping like the sparrows overhead,
As we whispered delicious secrets
And shared the latest almost-dirty joke.
We were friends, more than cousins,
Amassing treasures of memories
For a lifetime Ė our nervous giggles
Are what I choose to remember most.
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