Michael Cherry

Story ID:	2461
Written by:	Kathleen Blanchfield (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Kilkenny Eire Ireland
Year:	2007
Person:	My Husband

Michael Cherry
(Called so because of his lovely red cheeks)

Wild as the west wind,
That in wintertime blows,
My nephew Michael -
Michael Cherry so bold.

In springtime he loved
To drive far away,
And in summer sun
Made the best of each day.

His passion was hazelnuts,
He picked lots in September,
And enjoyed all the parties,
In festive December.

Friends and family we miss him,
And we always will;
There`s an emptiness here,
That no one else can fill.

A song and a dance,
Was his in all seasons,
And I often ponder,
On fate and the reason.

Michael Cherry`s youn life
Was lost in his prime,
At age twenty-five
In a warm autumn time.

(Lost in a motor bike accident,in 1999 (R.I.P.)