If you ever meet two snow-ladies laughing
And shivering, it’s us, my daughter and me:
With our noses assuming the appearance of red carrots,
Our hats are sitting atop frosty heads, and
Our scarves are surrounding chilly faces…
Our gloves are covering frigid hands,
Unable to carry our heavy bags or to get
Our ID cards out for the bus! Yes, it’s us!
Despite the endless layers of clothing, we are
Still frozen to the core: we tremble as we walk
Or while waiting at the bus stop!
We are so bundled up that people
Cannot help noticing. Cold is a mild word;
Freezing is more like it! We only start melting
Once we step into our home and steep in
The comforting warmth we need so much…

© Djehane Hassouna, 2005

Rainbow of Emotions, page 53

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