Monday, January 8, 2018

Dear Brighton...

The last 3 days I have been writing poems to the goofballs - and it just so happens that this 4th day falls right on the 10th year TO THE DAY that I got the call where we learned "Brighton didn't make it." Only seemed right to write him one too!

Dear Brighton... every single day I hear your whispers,
In the laughter of your brother and both of your gorgeous sisters;

I see your face, I see your smile, I see remnants of your short life,
In the love poured out daily by your mommy, by my wife;

I hear your name said by kids in the country we've grown to love,
At a school lovingly built by our Heavenly Father above;

I see a legacy preserved, I see babies are getting fed,
But I'll be honest - I'd trade it all to have you here instead;

That's the heart of a selfish daddy, Brighton... and I ain't proud,
Of the way it makes me look when I say that stuff out loud;

But I'd be lying if I acted like this heart of mine didn't long,
To see you here with us being goofy and singing songs;

To see you leave your toys on the steps - and not clean up,
Or throw your little arms 'round the necks of our golden pups;

To watch you thrive in sports, make friends and be a kid,
It breaks my heart in two knowing these things that you never did;

I long to read you the bible and introduce you to Jesus,
But let's be real - you know Him better than I do - and I see this...

In the way He uses your life almost every single day,
To fight injustice and bring smiles in all of these special ways;

Your time on earth was short, but the impact ya had was major,
You saved a family's hearts - made us all reach for something greater;

So when I have these kind of days where I wish you were here with me,
I look around and realize this - you're in EVERYTHING that I see.

Daddy loves you Brighton... can't wait to hug ya!

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