My Cousin Alexandra

A Poem By Mary // 8/11/2008

This is just a light-hearted poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It actually took me almost two years to finish. And no, I don't really have a cousin named Alexandra.

Upon that day so deep in spring,
Grandmother instructed me to bring
Myself and sister up for tea,
To greet her well-bred company:
Our cousin Alexandra.

One who, despite her stately air,
Oft' preferred a foreign flair
And few, if any, understood
Her sort of whimsical girlhood,
Fair cousin Alexandra.

And so it was, upon that day,
Sister and I walked up the way
In proper gowns of decent cut,
(Respectable and nothing but!)
To welcome Alexandra.

We reached the place and went within
To welcome this, our well-born kin,
The one we always heard about,
Whose properness was oft' in doubt:
Our cousin Alexandra.

Into the Garden Room we went,
By our dear Grandmother sent;
Ordered to make greatest haste,
Lest one minute we should waste
In meeting Alexandra.

So in the Garden Room sat we,
Anxious this, our kin, to see.
What a surprise! When she appeared,
Laughing, greeted us, and neared,
And said "I'm Alexandra!"

Her dress reflected tropic style
('Haps purchased on some Asian isle).
Her sun-browned arms the dress left bare,
As she tossed her unbound golden hair.
How bold was Alexandra!

Expecting nothing less than odd,
Sister and I exchanged a nod
As if to say "We knew 'twas so,"
For who has lived that does not know
About our Alexandra?

With greetings made and names exchanged,
The conversation's subject ranged
From tales we'd heard of friends and foes
To Grandmother's famed garden rose,
With cousin Alexandra.

Then, upon Grandmother's bid,
She opened the piano lid.
With fingers light upon the keys
She played Beethoven's Eloise,
The gifted Alexandra.

She ended with a little pause,
Accompanied by our applause.
A curtsey was expected now,
Instead she took a sweeping bow.
What nerve had Alexandra!

The day went on. When even' came,
I found myself not quite the same.
In place of my indignant fire,
I found that, rather, I admired
This creature, Alexandra.

Accepting neither style nor trend,
Refusing, with the world, to blend,
Sallied forth, her life her own,
And yet, for all her troubles, known
As the rebel, Alexandra.

So if, some day, you see us out
In the village square (or thereabout)
And ask me privately, "Who's she?"
Then I will proudly answer thee:
My cousin, Alexandra!



This was so cute...
Job well done!

Clare Marie | Mon, 08/11/2008

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]


I remember the first time you let me read this poem was last fall, we were sitting outside the Marriot in Springfield eating lunch and waiting for the writer's conference to resume. Remember? :0)
I think this one is hysterical and was an excellent choice to start off your Apricotpie writing career! You should post your dragon poem too btw.
Talent and persistence are secrets...those who zero in on it are the ones who succeed~Judith Mackey

Heather | Tue, 08/12/2008

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"


I liked it!

Keri | Tue, 08/12/2008


Thanks, everybody, for all of the great feedback.
Yeah, Heather, I remember. Can you believe it's been a whole year?
P.S. I'll post my dragon poem as soon as I get it finished.

Anonymous | Thu, 08/14/2008


This is great, Mary! I really like it.

Anna | Mon, 08/18/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Great poem!

I really enjoyed reading your poem! It really made me think of how we sometimes try to "fit in" with the crowd, instead of just being ourselves.

Johanna | Fri, 08/29/2008

"Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of."
- Charles Spurgeon


This poem was so funny. I liked it a lot.
"My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy?"--Westley

Kendra | Sat, 03/28/2009

"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

I finally read it, Mary! And

I finally read it, Mary! And I really really like it! I can totally see her as a character of a story in her own right.

LoriAnn | Mon, 03/07/2011


I love this. :) 

Kyleigh | Wed, 03/09/2011