Until It's Warm

Alas, I must

I hadn't a choice, really

I coiled in fear and agony as I caressed her cold, leathery skin

Yelling for her spirit to reenter with no such luck

Days dragged on

I cry no less

Months pass me by

A dream one night

I am a changed woman

I reach out for her had and only feel warmth

My love is not gone

This poem is about: 
My family


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