I hate winter
I hate winter with all the snow
And how it does blow
And make drifts on the road,
And how the cars slide
When you put on your brakes and
All you can do is pray that you
Will live to see another day.
The lady who does my hair says
She's going to move away
Another winter she will not stay.
When you look out of the window
It's beautiful and white
And glistens like the stars at night.
It's beautiful to see but I'm staying
In my house you see.
I was supposed to go to therapy.
The birds can't find food so my son
Put out seed so the birds can feed.
I need to get my hair done because I look a fright
And my children say they can't stand my sight.
I'm jealous when my friend tells me it's 90 degrees
And she's happy as can be.
My family loves to ski but skating on the farm pond
Seems a safer sport to me but
At 90 years old it's not for me.
I prefer to sit by the fire with my cat and just chat.
Hot cocoa would hit the spot
And that's just what I've got.
Thank the Lord for friends and family and food and no
Broken arms or legs or heads
And now it's time to go to bed.
Good night all.
- LORENA ROBINSON resides in La Salle.
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