A Gift Before Leaving.

A late visitor.

A Gift Before Leaving.

                                      A late visitor.


When he stopped at my door he seemed to have nothing to say.

He just opened his arms to hug me

And went on his way.


"That was my brother," I said to a fellow outside,

"I never had one before."

"I know," he replied.


I wonder who that was out there last night,

When my brother paused on his journey

To set things right.



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                                            L'Ile de Hull, Quebec. May 1, 2009.