Thursday, January 08, 2009

A poem written about my beautiful Cayden

Splendid Years with Cayden - 2003 ~2007
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


justme said...

i love this poem

Lazy Housewife said...

This is a beautiful poem.


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