By Gwen Flowers 
It isn’t letting go.
It’s going on.
It isn’t only shadows,
and it isn’t only dawn.
It isn’t getting through it,
it’s letting it come through me.
Not living in the darkness,
though the darkness I can see.
It’s living with the sorrow
but finding memories sweet.
It’s knowing that it takes both
to make it all complete.
It’s soaking up the sunshine
along with the rain.
It’s learning to let laughter
live side by side with pain.
It’s knowing that the years
won’t change a love that’s real,
or take away the joy you brought,
or the sorrow that I feel.
It’s knowing tears and laughter
can live on the same face,
and your impression on my heart
can never be erased.