The
Cold
Sometimes
I huddled on the porch
Stealing the dogs blanket
To try to keep warm.
I
shivered
Not just from the cold
But from the terror
Of my existence.
I
watched the headlights of the semis
As they came up the hill.
It would have been so easy
In the darkness
I would not be seen
Until it was too late to brake.
But
I could not do that
To the sleeping child inside.