The Granny Part of My Brain

Every time a cousin sister comes and tells me:
"Hey Shal, I'm going to get married soon. To so and so..."
My heart skips a beat. A few beats. And stops a sec.

My...
beautiful bunch of cousin sisters.
What if they get married to weird- brained people?
What if they forget how wonderful they are
and forget who they are and what they like
and the choices that they can make

If...
they get married to manipulative, spirit-breaking husbands?
they are attached to the traditional concept of marriage
even when things just do not seem to be working out?
they are tied by invisible strings to aggressive XYY homosapiens?
they get their hearts broken and fail to remember about

Us...
the somewhat strong support system available
the network of people who readily will be there
to elephant glue broken hearts
to shelter raging rumours temporarily and take their stand on matters.

Then...
I think again and I go:
"They're grown-ups
whom are capable of making sound decisions,
even when it comes to matters of the heart,
so why worry so much, Dear me?"

Dear me speaks back to me, silently whispering:
"It's because you care about them.
You can't change how you feel about things.
You have to learn how to let go
and see people live their lives.
And just wish the best for them.
And hopefully be there for your precious people at their times of need.
Because that's the least and the most that you can do."