This poem was written by me right after I received a phone call that my friend Michael had passed away from Leukemia. As tears were running down my face, I thought about writing down my feelings so I did and I wrote this poem I changed it a bit but it still sends the same message, and every time I read it I cry.

My friend was only 11 years old when he died, he loved baseball, his favorite team was the Yankees, I will never forget Michael or his sweet smile. This poem is in memory of: Michael D. Wrobel 1984- 1996. We miss you Michael.