Cold Feet

My feet are cold,
my skin is dry.
Since winter has come,
we must stay inside.
My candles are lit,
the scent of vanilla,
a hot cup of cocoa,
a tummy to fill,
The dog asleep
without a bone.
Nothing on tv,
no ring from the phone.

Cold Feet

Victoria Gauci

Garfield Heights, United States

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