House of Cold

ICICLES

Sick child home from school
coughing, sneezing feeling blue
Mom wakes up turns up the heat
Drops her head and feels defeat

Bitter cold is whipping round
outside the wind our home its found
slipping through the window panes
air is such I can’t contain

Have you ever been so cold
Your feet and fingers shake out of control
The tears you cry in pain so real
freeze on your cheeks turn into steel

The oil man has not been paid
you try to try but still delayed
the lack of funds can’t bring him near
to warm your home consumed with fear

Down to your final logs to burn
Irony of timing is cruelly confirmed
Where is relief how do we thaw
The shower hot we stand in the stall

This basic need burden immense
Look at our home and its pretense
A pretty home for all to see
whats real inside a families need

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I am a writer, poet, humorist, screenwriter, blogger. I am not a label. Out of tragedy comes comedy. I see hysterical in the simple. This is my head. I live an extraordinary ordinary life. I am inspired, creative, passionate and fiery. I have been through and will continue. I will put it down and hope you pick it up. I am exposed, vulnerable, honest and authentic. I am sarcastic and witty. My favorite thing to do is watch life and laugh and cry and start over again. I invite you to laugh, release and lighten up with me. When life has kicked your butt, it's all about the comedy! Comedy fuels me, poetry soothes me, and dancing ignites...

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