
My Sweet Michael
August 30, 1967–January 29, 1991
I miss you more than words can say
through every hour of every day.
I long to look and see you here
sharing life you once held dear.
To hear your voice, to see your smile
to hold you close for just a while.
To tell you things I failed to say
when you were with me every day.
Each time you called or just stopped in
I should have shared so many things.
I hope somehow that you can see
how very dear you were to me.
In memories you’re with me still
I love you son, I always will.
Oh, I wish I could hug you. I’ll be lifting you up in my prayers.
Hugs & Love,
Mimi