Friday, May 3, 2013

For Boggs




The day we got you
you sat in my lap so well.
The drive was long and on
the radio was a song
I can't remember now.


I will treasure memories so true
of daddy, me and you.
How you danced in front of your reflection
in the patio door. 
Wondering why that puppy on the other side
to you would ignore. 


Your cute, funny little cries
when that first night, you couldn't sleep in your box at all.
Then finally claimed your side of the bed,
in the middle, as I recall. 


My favorite memory of you will always be
the day you chased the horses out in the north field.
The pasture grass was so high,
I'd see your little brown body jump up to the sky.
And off you'd go toward the ponies in a blur.
Then stopped in your tracks
when you saw just how big they really were.
You high tailed it home as fast as you could.
I laugh still and know I always would.


I'll miss your clowning around.
Your love that held no bounds.
Your hugs under my arm.
But now it's time,
for you no longer
are the little boy who loved to run
and try to catch those rabbits. 


Your little body was in so much pain.
Up the steps it hurt to see you try and gain.
Your eyes no longer gave you sight.
It seemed this was to be your plight.
And through it all you remained
a good little fellow with such refrain. 


Thank you for these happy years
of your love and protection you
gave so well. 


I pray the Lord will keep you safe
where ever you may go. 
And shine his love upon you. 

May he bless you and may you know
you are loved very much so. 


Goodbye, our little friend.
Whose big heart had no end.
Until we see each other again.


With Love,
Mom and Dad

Sleep

Oh why can't I sleep

Can someone tell me?

Was it something I said?

Why can't I just go to bed.

The mind is a terrible thing

When the alarm clock begins to ring.

"Perchance to dream???"

You have to sleep first........don't you?

1991


Nineteen, Ninety-One.

The year that marked the end

to all of the fun.

When what was my biggest concern,

"Hey, you guys, does this mole

look like it's starting to turn?"

Foolish, Clueless,

Obnoxious, Shoeless.

I blush everytime I think of my cynical ways.

Nineteen, Ninety-One.

The year of beaches, Frisco and sun.

What I wouldn't give

to stop and really hug my 8 and 11 year old

without feeling I'm being too bold.

To tell my western family and friends

how much they mean to me.

If only then I was able to see.

Ninteen, Ninety-Two.

The year we said good-bye.

Even now, when I think of it

It makes me cry.

So to all of you reading this poem,

remember with family and friends

you're never alone.

No matter how far they are away

They're always in your heart

And loved forever and a day.


The Nap


Nana and Bradyn were going to take a nap today.

But all he wanted to do was play.

He's such a cute little fellow.

She wishes he'd settle down and just mellow.

A treasured memory she will always keep

is when Bradyn stroked her hair

as she drifted off to sleep.

A hug and a kiss.

It just doesn't get any better than this.