A Clairvoyant.

I can see your boarding house now, A spacious, two-storied bungalow That overlooked the blue-water harbour. Your rambling house had good prospects. There were boarders, like me, coming and going: Some were short-term: some were long-term. I had a bedroom with a viewupstairs: We dined and watched television downstairs. It was a case of upstairs, downstairs. You believed in me as a man, a student: You listened when I found study difficult, You insisted that I finish the course. Thanks partly to you, I did graduate then, With a degree that opened doors in teaching; Doors that would otherwise have been closed. But there was more to you than that... For you were a spiritualist, a medium: You were in touch with the other side. You spoke of the light or dark aura I had. An aura of happiness: an aura of dejection. You advised me to trust intuition, Which has served me well in many a crisis. You predicted that I would live a long life; You were an angel and I know your spirit lives. -20 May,2016.