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Child Loss / Sharing a poem
« on: September 18, 2008, 11:32:37 AM »
I wanted to share this poem with you all that my mom had a lady write. She did a wonderful job on it capturing Caydens life. I hope you enjoy.
(Written) September 15th 2008 by Marylin Ferguson
September 02, 2003- Nov.01,2007
Splendid Years with Cayden
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'd loved to be outside.
Josh and Jordan, 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 a smile
Cayden waited every night
What special times they had
T.V. time was at its prime
Watching "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 Janson 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 earthly sod
He's walking with the King of Kings
His Super Man is God.
(Written) September 15th 2008 by Marylin Ferguson
September 02, 2003- Nov.01,2007
Splendid Years with Cayden
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'd loved to be outside.
Josh and Jordan, 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 a smile
Cayden waited every night
What special times they had
T.V. time was at its prime
Watching "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 Janson 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 earthly sod
He's walking with the King of Kings
His Super Man is God.
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Child Loss / HI Im new here and want to share my story
« on: April 18, 2008, 03:01:59 PM »
Hi everyone. I am so happy to have found this board but in the same token, so sad to have to be here. I would like to share my story with you all. We lost our 4 yr old son Cayden Nov 1st 2007. He was playing in the park with his older brother, and other kids were in the park as well, throwing a ball at a pitch back machine. Cayden broke away from his big brother and ran in front of the net just as the ball was being pitched. It hit him right in his chest and instantly stopped his heart. That is the day our world stood still. Life as we knew it will never be the same. I lost my baby, my world. Loss is a horrible thing, and I have been through it before. But never like this. This breaks the whole natural order of things, its not supposed to happen this way. My babies are supposed to bury me. I have been lurking and reading here for awhile and decided to come out of hiding and share my story with you all. If you would like to watch the story here is the link. http://tbo.com/video/xml/MGB6PM4IJ8F.html I thank you all for letting me share with you and I look forward to getting to know you all better.
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