Auckland, New Zealand

Michael darling, whether I sent you 1 rose or 103,

It’s to tell you that I love you and that you’re still a part of me.

I think of you from early morn, till the rising of the moon,

And I wanted you to know I’ll be back to Forest Lawn soon.

I still cry in disbelief, when I think of you lying there,

And that your sparkling eyes I cannot see, and your voice I cannot hear.

I can only pray that you are now finally in resting in peace,

And from the torment in your life, that you finally have release.

Debbie Jackson