Exceptional It gets better. Making Friends With Grief by Shirley Ann Bunyan Emotions Poetry Contest contest entry

Eventually I wasn't suffocating any more. I stopped thinking 'You Were' when I knew 'You Are' the face I see so clear the voice that whispers in my ear the notes of a beloved song the hand that holds, still warm and strong the candle's incandescent light the Robin hopping into sight the butterfly that flutters free the feather dancing in the breeze the shimmer 'neath a river's swirl the cloudy wisp of angel's curl the rising of a golden sun the scarlet beauty when it's done the shadow brushing gently by You are the love that never dies 'You Are'   Recognized

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