All Over Me Poem by Francie Lynch

Everything about a kid
Bundled against winter gets me.
A toque, under a taut hood,
Chapped like lips.
Mitts covering hands,
Joined like tin cans,
With fingers communing
Warmth along lines that
Join our hearts and souls.
Sleeves pulled down
Over mitts with
Wax-like icicles.
Bootsoversocksoverfeet
Under pants, over skin and bones
(that hardly seem warm)
All over me.
Now you see,
They're all over me like nothing.
Bundled in me for
All winters.