My neighbours call me the girl of the south

they call me here the girl of the south
even though I have spent half of my life in the north
they know I have two homelands
and that 'mine' live somewhere else
they are more sensitive to my winters that I am
the other day as I complained that
these minus memorable 25 are too much for me
that the heaters are too small
and the windows in a terrible condition
8 p.m. my neighbor rings at my door
his wife told him about the south girl's problems
with all the tools to replace the missing door handle
tapes for tightening up the windows
I watched the magic at work
and thought that the most treasureable kindness comes
when you least expect it
and I though that people are masterpiece poems
which of course I never told my neighbor
he'd thing the south brain got frozen

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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