Bo, Boy

I believe there are reasons for everything. 'Things' happen and we can't fully explain them. After Dad passed, Jase and I found a poem written by my Aunt Claudie, Dad's sister. We were very fortunate enough to have it read at his memorial service. I wanted to share it with you! Finding this poem when we did is one of those 'things'.

Bo, Boy

Hi there,

Bo, Boy,

My oldest, best,

And dearest friend.

Bo, Boy,

I've never told

You what you

Mean to me,

Because, mostly,

I've felt that

The telling was

Uncessary and

Unwarranted.

Now, though,

It seems

Prudent for me

To tell you

What I think

And to tell you

How really

Special you are.

Hi there,

Bo, Boy,

My oldest, best,

And dearest friend.

Bo, Boy,

You are special;

You remain

To me

The best little boy

And friend

That there will ever be.

Love, always

CMcD