My attempt at a poem to you, Michael.
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This is my attempt at a poem I wrote myself that comes from my heart.
Dearest Michael, my loving and beautiful brother,
One of a kind, and born through such a sweet and generous mother.
I bet Jehovah was smiling down on the day you arrived,
The devil would have been dismayed to see that such love still survived.
I thank you for your pleas to humanity,
Through dance and music you tried to spread the message to wakeup and fix this atrocity.
Although at times it may have fallen on deaf ears,
You are still making a difference as we wipe away our tears.
Tears of sadness at losing you in ‘’death’’ and dwelling on the trials you had to bear,
If only I could’ve held you and been there.
I hope you found your way back home like a persistent sleuth,
Back to the sanctuary of your mother’s arm and the Truth.
We feel that you are still here, working behind the scenes,
You’ll never know how much comfort that brings to me; never know how much it means.
I love you Michael J Jackson, the man that loves GOD and GOODNESS,
The man who keeps on persevering to fix this mess.
But in the end God will ease your burden and take the reins,
He will prevail and eradicate all our pains.
Joanne. xxxx
Dearest Michael, my loving and beautiful brother,
One of a kind, and born through such a sweet and generous mother.
I bet Jehovah was smiling down on the day you arrived,
The devil would have been dismayed to see that such love still survived.
I thank you for your pleas to humanity,
Through dance and music you tried to spread the message to wakeup and fix this atrocity.
Although at times it may have fallen on deaf ears,
You are still making a difference as we wipe away our tears.
Tears of sadness at losing you in ‘’death’’ and dwelling on the trials you had to bear,
If only I could’ve held you and been there.
I hope you found your way back home like a persistent sleuth,
Back to the sanctuary of your mother’s arm and the Truth.
We feel that you are still here, working behind the scenes,
You’ll never know how much comfort that brings to me; never know how much it means.
I love you Michael J Jackson, the man that loves GOD and GOODNESS,
The man who keeps on persevering to fix this mess.
But in the end God will ease your burden and take the reins,
He will prevail and eradicate all our pains.
Joanne. xxxx
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