A HANDFUL OF WARMTH (a short story cum poem by $andy poet)

Cold and dark one night of december;
poor little henry, smthing trying to remember.
henry, a boy age i think eight;
In a hurry to cottage,but today he's late.
Mother n sister, suffering from cold;
nothing to eat,no hands to hold.
No money in pocket, henry searching for pills;
wandering the market,looking for doctor in towns,in hills.
Henry met a doctor,whose ears like bunny;
no pills,no medicine without any money.
Tears in eyes, loosing his hope;
but continues his search without any stop.
Shivering hands inside gloves of dad;
love of father, tasty food things that he never had.
At the forest's edge,henry attracts to a light;
a path leads to a glow, seems to be right.
A hut with no human, with a campfire outside;
henry sat down beneath fire,with eyes so wide.
Heat of fire,healing his pain,healing his cold;
red cheeks of henry turning to gold.
Little thoughts of henry tickles his brain;
Happiness in his eyes, with a joy of gain.
He remove his gloves started to fill them with air so hot;
after filling both,with shoelaces he gave them a knot.
Happy henry with a hand full of warmth,running to home;
with a thots of his sick little sister nd dear mom.
Reached home,happily henry open the knot;
on the face of sister nd mother he poured the air so hot.
Magic happened with a sparkling purple light;
Brightens their cottage as well as dark night.
angels from heaven with wings so light as hay;
three pure souls of a family,they take them away.
love is wonderful, it’s in eyes nd even in a tear.
A hand full of warmth is enough to show care.

if u care someone… it means u love that person.. and it’s the blessing of that Almighty GOD.

$andy's