"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." - Winnie the Pooh
----- A Sam Scott poem: 11th September 2023 -----
My hands hold a strange reminder Of your presence When I pray Or when I play There's a texture of sadness Yet a warmth of affection A rough surface of unknowing Yet a fireside tingle after the icy snowing I may have travelled since you knew me Or maybe I still sit in the same chair As memories clamp me there
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