Michael

He was a gentle giant Big with a bigger heart He had a difficult ailment Alcohol and drugs in part He gave his shirt off his back With a unconditional love Without leaving out a fact He told stories sent from above His hug was like being embraced By someone who knows your deepest pains He would hold you until he had erased Any feelings of discouragement or chains When he looked into your eyes You felt sure he could see everything inside His gaze was like someone who is wise Beyond the years that they abide His death was like a fearful walk From joy into the depths of hurt I could actually feel my mind balk Keeping me from giving in to the effort It’s been sixteen years and each day I think of his kindness, his presence I miss him and feel like I must pay For the overwhelming absence I have to say that love has a way Of making life more precious Without my gentle giant I can say My tears hold more potency And I often pray For reverence ©2014 by Regina Riddle