Mitchell (3)

When you were here you filled our lives everyday
And you still do, now that you have passed away.
We already miss your smile and sympathy lip
And the touch of your skin and finger grip.
Your sparkling eyes that brought us happiness
And the way you loved our touch and sloppy kiss.
If ever a person had the ability to touch another
It was you Mitchell, a friend to all, son, and brother.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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