She trudged through snow,
head bent to the blizzard,
arms pulled in tightly
bracing herself
to loop each one
beneath your shoulders
palms cupping elbows
to keep you upright
when you believed
even the slightest indoor breeze
would knock you from your feet.
Her bitten fingertips
thawed in the winter heat
as she flicked each switch;
kettle and TV.
She was only as cold
as the wind outside
her cheeks rosy
and her nose runny
the ice melted
in her eyes, in her smile
the kettle steamed
and the TV coloured
the beige walls
with rainbow projections.
The static and your sorrow
enveloped by her chatter,
melodic laugh
signature eyeroll
and sigh.
Without her, the coldest time
of the year would have
remained just so.
She trudged through snow
to warmly remind you,
you are not alone.
Inspired by my Mum who is a carer. (Yes, I did write this a long time ago)
Β© Kristiana Reed 2018
Gorgeous, Kristiana! Brava! β€
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Thank you Eric π
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This is so beautiful.
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Thank you βΊοΈ
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Very realistic.. feels like I was there in your imagination πππ
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