Old Winter
White flakes caressing this now fragile skin
Generations of my identity now surround
Family all over serving as kin
Praying for a healthy day that is profound
Sharing memories that will soon be lost
Not fearing to depart for I am ready
Happy thoughts that seem to stay with no cost
Shaking hands trying to keep steady
And the coldness keeps coming,
Till you are no longer running
poem by Angie Pierce
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