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Frozen fingers can –
Tie no shoes. Hot baths bring no –
warmth. Cold water thaws.
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Whenever my toes or fingers go numb from the cold, and I rush home in search of warmth, I hover my hand over the hot water tap. But I'm an 80s kid and grew up in the 90s when playing football with ice on the pitch was still allowed. I always remember the sting of bitter shock and disappointment when my freezing cold toes hit the steaming hot water of a lovingly prepared bath.
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I hope this brings back memories for everyone who reads it.
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Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
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Comments (1)
I've never experienced winter but I always prefer hot over cold. So looking for warmth felt very relatable. Loved your poem!