When a death brings back past trauma and memories, it takes a lot of work to heal. This poem was part of that process. #WorldPoetryDay seems an appropriate time to release it into the wild.
The air changed —
when you opened the door
when you walked into a room
when you sat down at the table…
when we lowered your urn —
the air changed.
Sandi Knight © 2024
Sandi Knight 
Wow, Sandi, that is deep.
Well done.
Linda ________________________________
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Thank you Linda.
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