You left me on a day of doubts
For once your sun sharp answers
Did not cut through my clouds
I sent my love upstairs
Did not dare come
From the landing I could smell your passing
An old time smell
A smell of changes and hard cedar
A smell you find in families and friends
And even now I am not struck by absence
You filled your time so well
A drop from the overflow
Could quench a thristy mind for years to come
By Jean ‘Binta’ Breeze
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