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.