About the Poem
This poem was written by me right after I received a phone call that my friend Michael had passed away from Leukemia. As tears were running down my face, I thought about writing down my feelings so I did and I wrote this poem I changed it a bit but it still sends the same message, and every time I read it I cry.
My friend was only 11 years old when he died, he loved baseball, his favorite team was the Yankees, I will never forget Michael or his sweet smile. This poem is in memory of: Michael D. Wrobel 1984- 1996. We miss you Michael.
Michael, Our Friend
|A couple of years ago,
My friend Michael was diagnosed with leukemia
It was like a clash of thunder creeping through the sky.
My friends and I just prayed for the Lord to heal him through
Michael's spirit will never fade
because he is like an angel watching over us
At the end we had to say goodbye
but we all knew that he was raised up on eagle's wings
And now through these days we hear him
soaring through the skies like a little butterfly
"And Michael, don't forget we're your friends, your best friends"