When summer turns to fall
and nights become cold,
the mornings are frosty.
I am greeted with a heart, every morning.
People tell me it is a message from above.
I think about that. I also think of Nan, my grandmother hero.
She would be the one to smile down.
I think these hearts are good wishes and blessings.
The start of the school year has been challenging.
I know this is love and hope and ‘you can do it’.
All in a frosty heart.