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.