Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter

But it’s becoming clear

That, somehow, I feel the cold

More each passing year.

I rug up like an Eskimo

Have the heaters set to high

My kids sweat and peel off clothes

“It’s far too hot!” they cry.

Well, it’s alright for my young

I know they’re all naysayers

Laughing, they say “Really Mum?

You’re wearing how many layers?”

These kids, they do not get it

They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.

Cold hands mean a warm heart

So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥

The chill in these extremities

Never ceases to amaze.

Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️

Are an all too common blight

My poor husband jumps a mile

When I cuddle up at night.  

And, speaking of bedtime,

Oh - how unsexy I do get!

Thick blankets, woolly socks  

And PJs of flannelette.

I hanker for the winter’s end

For I do like spring a lot

I like the sunshine and the warmth

I just hope it's not too hot...