A poem written about my beautiful Cayden

Splendid Years with Cayden - 2003 ~2007

                 Cayden was a happy lad
               He loved to jump and play
               Just to see his gentle smile
               Would brighten up the day.

               His blonde hair glistened in the sun
               As he ran here and there
               Always busy, things to do
               He had but not a care.

               Cayden loved his brothers so
               They took him to the park
               Football, swimming, all day long
               Until the sky grew dark.

               He was the youngest boy of four
               Oh how he liked to ride
               4 wheeling was quite the thing
               He loved to be outside.

               Josh and Jordon, Janson too
               Would go to Illinois
               With little Cayden right behind
               The house filled up with boys.

               Grandma Phyllis, Grandpa too
               The time with them was great
               Tractor riding, horses too
               He could hardly wait.

               Peaches was a special dog
               Who lived on Grandpa’s farm
               He loved to chase her round the yard
               As Peaches grabbed his arm.

               Grandma Jean was special too
               Much to his delight
               She would let him stay up late
               When he would spend the night.
                    
               Cayden liked to hide from Mom
               As she looked everywhere
               Made no sound, till he was found
               It gave her quite a scare.

               Are you happy, he would ask
               He’d go the extra mile
               He wanted so to see mom glow
               And bring about her smile.

               Cayden waited every night
               What special times they had
               T.V. time was at its prime
               Watch “Super Man” with dad.

               Computer whiz at four years old
               He found fun games to play
               He couldn’t wait to go to school
               Like brothers did each day.

               His favorite toy was Baby Tad
               He took it everywhere
               At bedtime when he fell asleep
               They saw it laying there.

               Cayden’s gone to heaven now
               No longer does he hide
               For angels keep an eye on him
               They’re walking by his side.

               No 4-wheelers or Baby Tad
               No swimming with the boys
               No playing football at the park
               No laughter and no noise.

               No tiny footsteps in the hall
               No book bag by the door
               God took him one November day
               When he was only four.

               He’s living like a little prince
               Above this early sod
               He’s walking with the King of Kings
               His Super Man is God.

               Author/Written By:
               Marilyn Ferguson
               ©2008