About the Poem
I wrote this upon hearing my 42 year-old nephew had died of aids complications. He began life a decent child, a bit feistier than his siblings, and by his teens had embarked on the road to his demise. I was more a sibling, too, than an aunt, as we were all so close in age. So, our lives were as a mesh. When I was told he had aids from drug use, I did not want him close to the little ones of the family, as he was still taking drugs and drinking heavily, which led to him getting sick in the presence of the family.
His siblings felt I should be more understanding and I just could not. I had lost 2 sisters to "standard" diseases for which there were no cures, and it angered me to think he had the opportunity to delay this one when two fine people could not.
Well, I adored the child that was my nephew, but could not come to grips with the man that was my nephew. I thank God He was in his faith in those last years.
A Letter For Michael |
by Misty Rayne |
Our lives were shared Until our teens And later, too, Our lives had been Intertwined and crossed The proper moves you taught A gift of defense you gave To save me from naivete' Golden Gloves you once were Made you full of spunk and sure The boy you were, the man you became We shared our lives then, but not the same Know forever the love we shared Did not die when from us you erred The boy we knew and adored Lost to sadness we abhorred The choices of life open to all The paths we take, to rise or fall My heart is heavy for what is lost The road you took has been the cost For, the one I knew in memory Is now forever gone from me The life of the child is held within I ache for the life that should have been Now in your Mother's embrace once more Unconditional love for you she bore Her beloved child without the pain She has taken you home to Heaven's lane. |