darrenmccarty : Message: "A Song For Mikey" seems appropriate right now. I wrote it decades ago, but it still speaks.

It's a week of respect.

A Song For Mikey

You laughed with your friends as you skated away

while the blood from my chin dyed the ice.

The scar shows more now than it ever has done

since your eight year old sis caught your slice.

But the scar I can look at and still see you there,

So I picked all these flowers for you.

You went off to practice while I did the chores,

and I rebuilt that carb for your prize

I cheered for you, knitted, and sewed up your rips.

When you got cut up, bruised, broke your arm,

My heart showed deep blue in my eyes.

So I picked all these flowers for you.

I thought you'd be famous; make us all proud

but you signed up for duty instead.

Now the wind sings your name, the snow covers your pain,

and everyone you knew is gone.

In the name of our freedom, you gave us your strength,

So I picked all these flowers for you.

Skate on, dear Brother, skate on.