Fingers white and cold I persevere

My fingers have turned white like chicken breast
My toes are blue,I need a woollen vest
Tomorrow snow and ice will come again
Alas I have no gloves,I need my man’s
He has two hands as warm as toast is brown
He’s familar with the layout of the town
I hold one to keep warm and feel his pulse
We never speak , we breathe each other dulce

Come back,dearest, do not leave me here
Why not try again,I’ll persevere
Can’t we go together, hearts unseared.
Dad left me at the end of Southport pier

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