Two Young Boys and the Importance of Family

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The following two poems are very special to me. They are from my Aunt who wrote them for her son and my brother. I would like to take this moment to express how grateful I am for the example my Aunt set during this extraordinarily difficult time in her life. She doesn’t know, but her example of faith and fortitude have carried me through hard times in my own life.

The first poem is to my brother.

I will let her introduce them:

Bryan was born 3/26/86 and was diagnosed with Leukemia in July 1986. He was not initially diagnosed with Leukemia. They told us it was a virus that attacked his blood system because babies don’t get cancer. He was treated for a week and was sent home.  About 10 days later he went to Primary Children’s Medical center and was diagnosed with 2 kinds of Leukemia.

Bryan was in McKay Hospital getting blood and platelets when Jimmie was being born upstairs!  I feel they were friends and there is a reason Jimmie came when he did and is such a great man.  His guardian angel is the same age as he is.

Bryan died 3/2/87.

Dear Little Jimmie,
Dear little one
Do you know of the loss
Of my own little son?
You come to me
Stay with me
Laugh with me
Play with me.
I can see in your eye
You somehow know why
I cry.

Dear little Jimmie,baby hands
Dear little one.
You can never replace
My own little son.
But you hug me and kiss me
And somehow understand
And you dont seem to mind
when I kiss your small hand
And cry.

Dear little Jimmie,
Dear little one.
Your Parents are thankful
For their own little son.
I’m thankful too, that their son is you.
You are helping me through some difficult times
Sometimes through the tears
Because of your special charms.
I smile.

Margo Loftus
August 4, 1987

Dear little Bryan,
Now that you are gone,
Did I tell you I love you each day?
Before you left here for your Father so dear,bryan
Did I teach you my very best way?

Dear little Bryan,
When you were here
Did I say all that needed be said?
Did I cover you softly and kiss you enough
as you lay in your sweet little bed?

Dear little Bryan,
Now that you’re gone
I know I did not do enough.
Cuz there’s never enough time to do all that you should
But I did do the best that I could.

Dear little Bryan,
Now that you’re gone,
I can tell you in three little words
And I’ll send them to you so that they can be heard
On the wings of a special blue bird.

Dear little Bryan,
I’ll be with you someday and then I can do all the things
And tell you the three little words you have heard
That have come on that special bird’s wings.

Dear little Bryan,
I miss you my dear
And I think of you day after day.
I doubt that the pain that I feel in my heart
will stop ’til you’re walking my way.

Dear little Bryan,
My sweet little child,
’til that day comes and I hold you again
Be happy.
Do God’s work.
And remember ~
You’ll always be my little man.

Love, mom

May 1988
Margo Loftus

Paradise Found

Rough trail leading to a seclysed campsite. Boats bobbing up and down on the lake.

Crystal clear water.campsites

 

Searing sunlight.

 

Smoke and pine sap.

Cool, clean air.

 

Crackling fire. Yelling and laughter. Hissing and fading voices.

 

How long will this paradise last? When will I have to leave?Indian_Lake_Campground_004

 

Calmed by the natural beauty. Overjoyed that it lasted. Sad to leave.

 

Lasting paradise. Lasting paradise. Lasting paradise.

 

By: Bradin Hodgson

 

Bradin Hodgson is 14. He lives in Utah. Bradin enjoys playing baseball and reading. Bradin is working hard to attend BYU after graduation.

 

 

My Dad

I’m not much of a writer, in fact I usually only write to express my emotions because I really don’t know how to express them any other way. So, with that I felt there was a need to give just a little background on the poem I wrote below.

My mother had me out of wedlock, I didn’t have a father in my life at all, until one day she met a man who she decided she would marry. That man adopted me when I was five years old and has become the only father I ever really knew. Of course I loved him…always did…always will. But as you can expect, my parents had another child and I did have some resentment at one point of feeling he may not love me as much as he loved my sister. Later, I became a teenager, and struggled with my emotions regarding my dad. I said things like “you’re not my dad” and even set out to find my biological father. My dad and I struggled a lot when I was growing up. Sometimes I look back and wonder if he thought I didn’t love him, because I sure didn’t act like it some of the time.

I’m now 37 years old, and my daddy just passed away this March 5th after a long bout of liver cancer. The irony is it was nearly two years to the date of his liver transplant. In October of last year he was officially told the cancer had engulfed his liver and there was nothing else they could do. He was expected to have less than six months. I demoted myself at work and my husband and I dedicated myself to helping my mother care for my father.

The thing many of you may not know about liver cancer is one of the stages one will go through is the loss of their mind. They tend to start acting “drunk” at times. This is due to the toxins in your body no longer being able to be filter correctly, and thus, beginning to poison your brain instead. I really really wanted to be able to express to my dad how much he meant to me. But, as I told you, I don’t express my feelings and emotions well. So, I decided to write him a poem for his 60th birthday that December. However I had to give him the poem early because he started to show signs of his brain deteriorating.

Below is the poem I gave him. It’s not my best, nor do I really care, because it totally expresses the way I felt about him. I don’t expect you to understand some of the lines as they were written specifically for my dad with little tidbits only he understood.

My Dad

By Sarah Cooper

I’ve never been much for words,
Or showing much emotion at all,
But I’d like to tell you a story
That started when I was very small.

I never had a dad you know
But always dreamed I would
It’s something every little girl should have
A special part of their childhood.

I’ll never forget that day
Seeing him come through that door
Somehow I seemed to know
That I would get to see him more.

Eventually he and my mom got married
That special day years ago.
However he didn’t marry just my mom,
He married me too you know.

Shortly after that special day
My name was changed to match his and his new bride.
I remember feeling super special
As we left the building to head outside.

He carried me closely in his arms
And I knew he loved me a bunch
But he quickly passed me off to my mom
Because he spotted a way for a celebration KFC lunch!

Although I now had a daddy,
Growing up wasn’t the fantasy I thought it’d be
I learned my fair share of discipline
And occasionally questioned his love for me.

There were times we’d fight and yell
And I’d say things I didn’t mean
I really don’t think he took my words to heart
I think he chalked it up to me being an irritable teen.

Like any normal parent,
He made his fair share of mistakes
But I was definitely not the perfect child
I know I caused plenty of heartaches.

It wasn’t until I became a parent myself
That I realized the sacrifices he’d made
That despite his imperfections
I’d always been a recipient of the love he displayed.

My dad has always been there,
And has shown what it means to lead.
He always displayed hard work for us
As well as being available for those in need.

Although he may not believe it,
He taught me many important things in life,
Like how a man should provide for his family
And always be there for his wife.

I wish there were words to express
Just how much love I have for him inside
How much I love calling him my dad
And how it fills my heart with pride.

Dad, you showed me how a father
Isn’t blood at all,
A father is a man
Whose daughter sees him as ten feet tall.

You will always be my daddy
And I’ll always be your little girl.

I love you and will love you always!

Weird Cats I Know

There once was a cat,

Named Pickerie Pat,

Who didn’t believe in Santa.

There once was a cat,

A weird-o in fact,

Named I Like To Pee In My Pantsa.

Now one faithful day,

When these two cats met,

They met up with Pablo and Pattie Purr Pet.

What’s weird to you,

I think is fine.

Those cats are all mine.

 cats

By: Erin Jones: Hi! I’m Erin and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE cats so much. When I got the idea of typing stories and stuff I couldn’t wait to type cat stories. But when I read a Dr. Seuss book that had the best little poems in it I couldn’t wait to type a cat poem. One crazy thing is I’m only 7 ½! Crazy, huh? So one day when I was working on my 2nd cat story I remembered the little poems and rhymes that made me want to write little poems and rhymes, too. Sense I couldn’t get cats and weird stuff off my mind I had to write a poem about cats. Bye!