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Across the parking lot
Beggar wind
Do not beseech alms of me
Donated warmth
I keep what is mine.
Zephyr thief,
Keep your ice clad fingers
Out of my pockets
Do not pilfer here.
Cheating breeze,
You cannot trick my ear,
With whispered taunts
And misguided directions.
Hoary, rimed voice of Winter
Shut out from the comfort
Of caramel flames
Howl in vain.
Crying in the night
It is not the silence in the house at night
that breaks down my carefully built
walls; nor is it the tension from knowing
that my mother works so hard because of love.
It is the small, even breaths of a ten year old
boy, lost in the solemn distance
between mother and son. Something so vast
that only the greatest understanding can bridge.
It is unfortunate that such wisdom
was not inside me that night. Growing
stronger and harder came long before
I would become wiser and patient.
And that lost little boy, crying in the dark
would finally roll over and sleep –
allowing a young man the chance
to forgive a single parent.
Whigh Community Member 
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