His Garden:A Poem Dedicated to Michael Jackson

God looked around his garden

and found an empty space.

Then he looked down upon the Earth and saw your

tired and weary face.

God then wrapped you in his arms and carried  you to rest.

Oh I know God's garden must be beautiful.

How do I know?

Because he took you and he only takes the best.

R.I.P Michael Joesph Jackson

1958-2009

we will never part, for you are always in my heart.