Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi, Merry Mae and me as we connect the dots on this topic. If you'd like, you can leave your poem in the comments here, or you can post on your own blog. If you do the latter, please leave a comment here so we can find your contribution. Use the topic, or choose another -- the aim is to have fun and stretch our brains a little bit.
You might say I have a few family connections. My father was one of eleven siblings and my mother was one of five. All fourteen of my aunts and uncles married at least once and had at least one child, although often they had more -- many had four or five and one had nine.
This means I grew up having a lot of first cousins -- sixty-one in all. I didn't know all of them -- a small number died as infants or children, while some lived so far away I never got to meet them. Others lived nearby or visited from far away every summer and I got to know them quite well.
My children, on the other hand, have only eight first cousins in total.
I've always felt like there are many connections between me and the rest of the world, even though sixty-one first cousins is not many people if you're looking at the world's population. But it was enough to make me feel like there were tendrils of my gene pool that extended into the world at large, far beyond my village.
It makes me feel a bit badly for my kids. Of course, it may be true that you don't miss what you don't have, and they may feel eight cousins is plenty.
Where am I going with all of this and why have I made your brain cells short out and your eyes roll back in your head with all those figures?
Well, I have a poem to write, and wanted to provide some background, of course :)
We've Done Our Bit And It's Too Late To Produce More
My aunties and my uncles
Had lots of baby bundles
They gave me many cousins
I have cousins by the dozens
And though they're all terrific
We've all been less prolific
Our kids have less selection
Re family connections
I feel a wee bit wistful
They haven't cousins by the fistful
But it's really not that strange
Times - and people - always change
A small portion of my family reunion
Wishing you a week of rewarding connections, whether they're family or not.