Fall leaves of yellow, brown and red
rustled quietly in the breeze
Birds sang their sweet morning song high aloft in the trees
Sunlight sparkled across the treetops
brightening the morning sky
Bless this day the Lord hath made
and that Michael chose to die
Depression, loneliness, despair,
anger, pain and rage
Who could know his torment or the battles that he waged
Now Michael's found the peace he sought
it's now our turn to cry
So many questions left unanswered
and we are left to wonder why
Gone the light that twinkled in his eyes
gone too his boyish grin
Gone forever his sweet smile
things we will never see again
Curls of golden brown
on white satin softly laid
"Son I'll meet you one day in Heaven,"
his mother's promise being made
Until angels bring the gift of comfort
that only God can send
We must say goodbye to Michael
'till we see him once again
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Charilette Rai Sweeney
CraicGoLor@Netpointe.com