SPLENDID YEARS WITH CAYDEN
In Memory of Cayden Daniel Huels
Sept. 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 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 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.
The above photo is one taken of young Cayden and happens
to be his mom's favorite. She loaned the photo to me so that
I could scan it and place it on my website. Cayden's
grandmother, a personal acquaintance and local resident
contacted me last year and asked me to compose a personalized
poem about her grandson whom resided in Florida
with his parents and three older brothers.
Cayden was the youngest. He was outside playing in the yard
when one of his brothers threw a baseball. Unfortunately,
little Cayden walked right into the path of the ball and it
struck him in the chest and took his life.
The elder brother received counseling to help deal with
this unfortunate accident involving his younger brother.
Cayden's grandmother "Phyllis" & his mother "Sheri"
have agreed to allow me to post their email addresses
with the poem, so that others may contact them if
they so desire.
E-mail Cayden's mom Sheri
E-mail Cayden's grandmother ~ Phillis
Music: "The End of the World"