First Winter
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First Winter
My hat is;
My hat was a gift from my guy.
It keeps my head warm…
and I can think now,
more clearly.
(The cold, it was bitter indeed)
My hands;
My hands have new gloves.
Warm heart, warm hands,
that is the saying,
they say…
somewhere.
(I can feel my fingers now. There were numb.)
My shoes;
Boots.
Leather STOMPERS and wool socks.
My man bought me the very best he could afford.
I cried when he opened the package.
The value I had been given up until then,
much less.
(You never know the measure of something until it is missed.)
Love;
Making sure the one you care about…
is cared for…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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