She curled up in her ragged brown coat, her old body frail against the winter cold;
Her rough wrinkled hands wrapped around herself.
Her bones could be seen under the shaggy coat as she tried to protect herself;
The bitter cold pulled and tugged at her like she was no more than a thin tree.
She peaked through the small window, smiling softly,
The sweet sight of laughter and family bickering broke her heart,
Shattering it to pieces and making her colder more than any snow could.
Warm fire, steaming food and a room full of love;
She missed it all, wanted it all,
As she stood alone in the bitter December cold.
