Cold Hands

I said my hands are cold – it’s freezing outside –
but he insisted, and warmed them with his,
lying there in the palliative ward.
Towards the end my daughter, his wife,
held his hand all the time…
I spelled her when she had things to do.
She was holding his hand when he….stopped.
Now his hands are ice-cold, in the morgue,
and mine are still warm…
for now.