The softness of my mother's hands as she craddels me in her amrs

The warmth I felt when she hugged me

The happiness I felt when I looked into her eyes and saw love

From being carried in her warm arms, to be strapped in a cold stroller, to falling and tripping on my own

The temperatures of life surround us, we were born and immediatly warmed up by protection 

only to be taught to live in a cold world on our own

 

Now as I start my journey in this cold world, I look back at all that has happened

How I changed,

How quickly the warmth I was once protected by dissapeared

How my family changed,

How the one who first gave me warmth is now the who made my heart cold

 

With my whole life ahead of me I can't help but wonder what life has in store for me,

Warmth perhaps?

In a form of yet another family...

Coldness?  

Maybe more obsticals coming my way...

Oh, the many temperatures of life.