Michael Najime Ahile. Poem by Andrew Ahile

again and again, my heart breaks.
as memories flash, my heart aches.
the pain only grew worse
to God alone is known,

for what reason,
that sight be taken
and bones be broken
that words should go

and tears should flow
and man should try
mystery and pain should thrive
this thought, my head burdens

for what purpose was life,
to be seized from a man
a good man like mike
to be brought to his knees

through anguish and pain
like a wariror he fought,
again and again
a warrior bearing scars of hope

he smiled, and shone bright
like the spirit of the sun
with the stars, now lives his soul
and his love makes us whole.

till we meet, Never to part
you are a hero, my dad.