Trevor's poem
The world is bright with you in it
You make the flowers blossom
You make the birds sing
You make the clouds into bunnies
You even make the dew drops taste like sugar.
But, alas, death has you in his grip
and he will not let go.
The world will then have no singing birds,
blossoming flowers, sugar tasting dew drops, or clouds shaped like bunnies.
The world will become a dark and desolate place without you.
**This poem is dedicated to Betty Fulbright, who is my grandmother. She is a kind and loving person and we will all miss her.
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