When it rains it pours,
Your death has left all of our hearts sore,
I wish it didn't have to come to an end,
You have left so many family members and good friends,
Now so many people are having to grieve,
Because nobody knows why God made you leave,
And even though it is a time to be sad,
We are still going to remember all the good times that we had,
Like the camping trip last year at Hurdland lake,
You kept asking my mom for a gun so you could shoot a snake,
Or just a few months ago at Chris and Kelly Peterson's,
You, Kenady, Celia, and I all want to duct tape the mouth of the little ones,
Speaking of Kenady, shes going to miss you a lot,
Two years of memories is now all shes got,
I pray Michael that you watch over her till the end,
Shes going to need her new guardian angel to guide her till then,
I have a feeling we will meet again someday,
Just don't be disappointed if it is not next Monday,
I think it is time to bring this poem to an end,
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm glad you were my friend.
R.I.P. Michael Steele, July 1, 2013
