Warm Enough by Jan Fran
The question I ask myself the most is what temperature is my son
On the days we bake along the coast
I stare up at the sun
As it bears down on us
His cheeks pink, I think
What temperature is my son?
Perhaps he needs a hat
The question I ask myself the most is what temperature is my son
On the days we bake along the coast
I stare up at the sun
As it bears down on us
His cheeks pink, I think
What temperature is my son?
Perhaps he needs a hat