Cold Hands, cold Nose and cold Feet
She used an old newspaper as a sheet
She was standing in the cold,
Jill was cold from head to toe.
It was a week since she ran away from the home.
The ground was cold and covered in snow.
How much further could she roam.
Jill’s sandals were old and worn,
She had no money on her.
All her cash was spent in a week.
She was hungry and could hardly speak.
Every day she felt fragile and weak.
She went to sleep that night under a bridge.
She did not want to go to those shelters.
Jill preferred her freedom all through the years.
Her fading memory always brought tears.
At seventy-eight she had courage and no fears.
When she awoke, she was lying under a sheet.
She did not have cold hands, a cold nose and cold feet.
She was rescued by a local charity in the city,
Jill was warm this Christmas Eve, as she sipped her tea.
On Christmas Day her soul was happy to be set free.
Interesting reading, I sensed a connection with a novel I was reading last night.