Its cold... Its cold... what do I do. I look to my sister sitting next to me staring with a blank face looking at her ragged old shoes and dress. How do I save her, how do I protect her from this bitter cold. I most protect the little bit of family I have left. Both of us need warmth to thaw are icy hearts.

There small poems that you can read in the morning, night, or just for a little bit of joy. This is my FIRST poetry book so bare with me on this bumpy ride.