Dear John Michael

September 23, 2008
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Morning light shines through my window, the world keeps spinning round

The wind still blows
The leaves still fall
Though you don't breathe a sound

You lay still,
though trees still rustle
The waters still do flow,
Through the green, ending summer grass,the cool touch of your skin, as through my mind you row.

And Heaven's gates will open
The Earth shall close to you
The seasons shall still pass
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter blue

Hold onto my hand, dear friend, in spirit and in mind
Bringing death to life
I shall walk with you through time





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john's mom said...
May 21, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Megan-your poem means more to me than you can imagine. It makes my heart happy knowing he touched so many people. May you always walk in the sunshine and remember John Michael.
With Love Michele Fitzsimmons
 
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