rrodriguez

Winters too my dad got up early

and put his clothes on in the arctic cold room,

when the old boiler failed

and the radiators were quiet,

pipes deathly cold. He must turn on the fire.

I’d stay in bed and hear the radio blaring, “it’s cold.”

when the rooms were frigid, and the pipes popped,

I’d take forever to rise and dress

avoiding stepping on the frozen floor.

Firing up the boiler once again,

he had driven out the cold

and came back up calling us to get up for school.

I remember, I remember

I remember those days dad…