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By Tiffany Hudgins

Not a day goes by I don’t see you.

Your picture hangs in the hall,

your foot- and handprints too,

so perfect yet so frailly small.

Your picture hangs in the hall,

a poignant reminder you were here,

so perfect yet so frailly small.

I cannot stop my welling tears.

A poignant reminder you were here,

for three short months you stayed.

I cannot stop my welling tears.

Your death cut worse than any blade.

For three short months you stayed,

overcoming all the odds.

Your death cut worse than any blade.

I clenched my fists and cursed at God.

Overcoming all the odds

did little to prepare me.

I clenched my fists and cursed at God

the day He set your spirit free.

Life did little to prepare me

for the inner chaos that’d ensue.

But forever grateful I will be

that not a day goes by I don’t see you.