Mama, I'm So Cold

"Mama, Mama, I'm so terribly cold"
cried the little boy, "Another blanket please?"
He lay on her arm, never to grow old.

The mother cried, turning a blanket fold.
She had no more blankets, his chill to ease.
"Mama, Mama, I'm so terribly cold."

"Be still my son, you must be very bold
to battle the dank and cruel night breeze."
He lay on her arm, never to grow old.

The young boy stirred, his arms to slowly fold
across his chest, "Just another blanket please?"
"Mama, Mama, I'm so terribly cold."

"I'll tell a story, one my mother told
me often as I sat upon her knees."
He lay on her arm, never to grow old.

A tear fell from her eye, sad to behold
her son's last breath linger on the night breeze.
"Mama, Mama, I'm so terribly cold."
He lay on her arm, never to grow old.