Tears and Frostbite
A winter day
you came to school
red faced and crying
your curly hair all ablow
wringing your red red hands
late
rode your bike
tears and frostbite
Forbidden to talk I saw
teacher
scold you in the hallway
while your eyes dripped
over the pain in your face
your hands bent as if they would
forever grip the handlebar
"Where is your mother" asked the teacher
"Where is your mother?"
tears
and frostbite.
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