4.1.2015

the night when the

chills come, I wrap

deep into my blanket

wool cap on my head,

toesies in socks, sniffles

and sneezes tearing

at muscles

and the angel of mercy

and generosity brings

to me a cup of warm

chocolate

and pats me, and

snuggles my covers,

and watches

from her green

chair stanchion

across the room.

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