Michael Jackson’s Son Shares Heartfelt Poem For Late Father’s Birthday
Jackson’s oldest son, Michael Joseph Jackson Jr. – aka Prince Jackson – lead a
series of touching tributes to the late star on what would have been his 58th
brief post shared via Twitter and Instagram on Monday, Prince, who was only 12
when Michael died, shared a self-penned poem for his dearly departed father.
moving 14-line sonnet – titled “the Myth, the Legend and the Man” – the 19-year-old
wrote: “Happy birthday to the Man who was more than a legend. I love you.”
Prince alluded to
the singer’s troubled life in the poem, but also stressed the importance of
family; specifically drawing attention to how much he cared for his children
before concluding that his father is an archangel.
His sister Paris
later re-grammed his post on her own account, adding: “Love this.. proud of you
big brother. And happy birthday to the man that means more to us than anything
and anyone ever could.”
tragically passed away of acute propofol and benzodiazepine intoxication on
June 25, 2009, after suffering from cardiac arrest while preparing for his
comeback concert series, but his legacy certainly lives on.
Tito took to social media and declared Monday “Michael Jackson Day” in a tweet, which was then followed by an outpouring of tributes to the late icon.
Madonna shared a collage
of photos of them together, writing: “Happy Birthday to this wonderful and
glorious creature!! The King! Gone too soon!”
family later released a statement, which read: “We’re so touched to
see such an outpouring of love for Michael in celebration with your events,
pics, posts & thoughts. #MichaelJacksonDay”
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