R.i.p mikey

• Aaron Reynolds, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2006

When we were young/
we used to have fun with rubber glove guns/
had to run when the damage was done/
it was under this sun/
that michael was born/
spawned from love but left us all torn/
like a rose with thorns/
ripping your skin/
taken from us but left within/
his last breath given/
to an angel with wings/
brought him to a better place where a new life begins/
without hatred and sins/
i wanna go and see him but they wont let me in/
gotta hold up my chin, remember him/