Felicia has a winter in her spring.
Each day the frost within her meets the sun.
Loving isn't easy when a child
Is tended by a rabid dog gone wild.
Closeness means the torture has begun.
Icy though her heart, it yet will sing
As slowly tears just melted through her run.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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