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Family Reunion
Julia O’Donovan
‘She is not looking well’
I hear someone say
Looking in my direction
Our eyes meet
And he turns away
I don’t even recognize him
A cousin of mine?
Perhaps a couple of times removed?
Maybe the husband
Of a cousin who married
During the time I was away
Every year
After I leave
I vow
Next year
I will not be here
But every year
Mother insists
And I think maybe
Things will be different
Grudgingly, I go
Many seem to know
It is better not to ask
If you nod your head
In my direction
I will nod back