I’m always cold now,

No matter how bundled.

The warmth is in my heart,

My memory, my family around me.

A pin prick and a cool rush,

And now I sit, surrounded by my warmth,

And wait.

I look to my love, our hands clasped,

Ours eyes locked, wet with tears.

I look to my son, pride warming my cold.

I hate to leave but know,

I can no longer stay.

My eyes close, life dancing behind the lids.

I breathe in,

I breathe out,

Until, finally, the chill stopped.