This page is for poetry dedicated to Mikey
Pain passes
through your fingers, so slow, so cold.
When brown eyes linger in your mind, it could never get old.
With every crying child and every quiet thought
You get a feeling of hope, that could never be bought.
But when the day clouds
and your memories start to fade
Only think of the memories that you and Mikey had made.
- We love you and miss you.
2004 Jennipher Adkins
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