A poem for a deceased friend. Royal Blue , You I went to pick up a pen so I could write you a poem my friend and my hand landed upon royal glittery blue gel ink. I couldn’t help but think of your eyes. Eyes sparkling with bursts of loyal vibrancy. A saturated hue to match the flame inside of you,Tommy. Eyes so blue to match, mama Mary’s too. I would assume your spunk came right from her heart and zeal for her sons. I would presume her passion for her children bloomed right inside of your irises. It could never be snuffed out, even in loss or in grief. Your love and connection could reach beyond the firmament of heaven and sky. It floats right by those pearly gates to a place where a luminous crown awaits. You are in the arms of Christ Jesus, Jesus, and Leonard all alike. You are all embracing and no longer have to fight any illness or discomfort. Tommy, you are in a paradise like no other. You are praying for us all along with your father and brother. You are ...