Michael, My Son

Michael was a charming lad,
Always smiling, full of fun,
He touched my soul, brought joy to life
Michael -- my son.

His wit was endless, always keen
To match his boundless energy,
I marveled then, remember now
My Michael's personality.

The room lit up when he walked in,
His hug would make my day,
With dancing eyes and curly hair,
My Mike, what can I say?

Friendly, happy, ever kind,
His winsome ways were dear,
Time has passed but not my pain
Of wanting Michael near.

Grief has a way of rendering change,
Our lives are not the same,
He lives forever in my heart,
Michael is his name.

With endless love,
His mother