Cold is my world


United States
36° 25' 3.5076" N, 121° 23' 59.64" W

COLD is the thin sheet
With which I warm our small, frail bodies
While I hug my little sister with a tight, reassuring grip, we watch
He forgot to hug and kiss us how too
Today, yesterday… And the day before
I observe his heavy footsteps
And his angry face
Wishing that he would walk over
When can we go out and play?
I yearn to hear the rustling of the leaves
To touch the peeling bark
And play with my new neighbors
My father is coming in- hooray!
Sitting, hunched over
My head is being shaved!
Is it something I did?


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