Warm Hands, Warm Heart
Conveniences like central heat
Are surely mighty nice.
One sets it at a constant temp,
And ne’er wakes up to ice.
It softly purrs through winter nights
And warms as if it had
A coat of fur to wrap a house
To make it cozy, glad.
But I remember olden days
When someone had the chore
To wake up first and light the fires
And walk a frigid floor.
Like fiery dragon, stove would blaze,
Its mouth a glowing flame,
And warm the room with its hot breath,
A beast just barely tame.
Its presence made a brightened room
On winter’s grayest day.
Because we huddled close around,
Home’s soul, it was, and stay.
‘Twas there we stood, like worshipers,
When coming from the cold,
As if we came to praise a god,
Toward it iced hands hold.
Though central heat may have its points,
It’s minus vital part.
It cannot warm my frozen hands;
Thus cannot win my heart.
photo by David Ritter at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dP3EOO/Warmth
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.