Cold Enough

Huddled under cardboard,

Old Annie shivers.

Surrounded by layers of rags and bags,

Scavenged bits hoarded against the cold,

Shoved into cracks, or

Worn as a layered mantle

No room open for her tonight

No place to warm her tired bones

They say it’s not cold enough.

Twelve degrees.

The winds howl,

Sweeping down these city streets

Stirring up ghosts of every December

Those souls who couldn’t be saved

No place to warm their bones

No room opened for them

Someone said it’s not cold enough.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

8 thoughts on “Cold Enough”

  1. That was sad, only to come to the conclusion that human beings are rude, and have less compassion for one another. I was visiting my Dad the other day in the nursing home and the nurse there looked frustrated with my Dad. My Dad is blind, and hard of hearing, has a very long list of medical problems, is a mouth breather, and now falls over when he walks in a walker. While everyone around is making fun of him and is embarrassed by his outbursts, I stood there and had tears come out of my eyes. No compassion they didn’t have.

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    1. Oh that breaks my heart! My poem was inspired by another blogger, Jan Wilberg. She lives in Milwaukee and the warming rooms there won’t open unless the temperatures dip below 10°F. They don’t take the wind chill factor into consideration, either, so these folks are subject to hypothermia and frostbite. It makes my heart hurt.

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  2. This is so sad. I volunteered for a homeless shelter for about three years and the stories I heard…. I think though here in SE Michigan, they open the warming rooms based on date more than temperature. That could be a problem too though.

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