It was a summer house
Though we only realised it
When winter came
The children slept upstairs
In the only rooms
Warm enough to bear
In the mornings
The toilet water
Would be frozen solid
We went through 8 or 10
Cords of wood that winter
Burning everything
Except the wooden frame
That stood between us
And the woods outside
We made our bed together
In front of the fire
The heart of every home
Cupping hands around
Frozen fingers and
Breathing them back to life
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