Three years

dscn0374-2Three years ago we parted, but you left something behind –
Cherished memories of you, that are always on our mind.
And memories of times to come, times that are yet to be;
Times when you should be there with us, with Dad and Pat and me.
The love and joy you brought to us was beyond all measure;
To have you in our family was a gift we so treasure.

Fun and laughs with Brennan


Fun and laughs with Brennan, such delight he brought to all;
Jokes and banter and cheeky tricks, chortles big and small.
Life with Bren held so much joy, and love for others too;
You had a hug from Brennan, you’d know that he loved you.


Many ways he’d show his love, to those he held most dear;
Whether they be friend or fam’ly, whether far or near.
The love he had for others was beautiful to see;
The bond he shared with Patrick, and also Dad and me.


The way he’d sit beside us, and squash us to the bone,
His head atop our shoulder, while playing on his phone;
He’d hold hands with his grandpa, ’twas just the sweetest thing
To see Bren hold his hand out, for Pa to come to him.


Bren, he was an Aussie bloke, as Aussie as can be;
He loved to tease and trick us, he’d cackle loud with glee.
He’d grab some eggs to juggle, and we would gasp and splurt
When he’d toss them in the air; we’d laugh so much it hurt!


He loved to walk down Pako, in the arvo, Sundays;
And loved to cook for others, his fav’rite cheese soufflés.
And spicy food, how Bren loved it, how he’d sit and laugh
As we three would yell and scream for something cold to quaff!


Christmas time was Santa time, with Bren atop his knee;
A bribe in hand and games in mind, Bren would sit with glee.
And he’d do some gardening to earn a buck or two;
Thus bit by bit the games he had grew and grew and grew.


How Bren loved all our cats, but one was extra special;
Old Fat Cat was Bren’s best mate, how they loved to snuggle.
If Bren was sitting down, you’d know Fat Cat would be near;
That bond between the two of them, we hold very dear.


Something that Bren did not like, he did not like at all;
He did not like the magpies, the ravens or their call.
Flying, too, he feared it, with an animus so strong;
He’d front up to the airport, then talk the whole flight long.


He always thought of others, and always put them first;
Though he suffered so much pain, he hid from us the worst.
And we have many tales of his care for other folk;
Such a thoughtful guy he was, a warm and caring bloke.


Now that Bren’s with us no more, our love still carries on;
A love staunch and unwavering, for our darling son.
Thank you, Bren, for being there and bringing us such joy;
We’ll never forget those treasured times with our dearest boy.

Eighteen years


Eighteen years we had with Brennan, eighteen years of joy;
Eighteen years of fun and laughter with our darling boy.
The time we had together, the memories we share,
Have forged a bond so deep and strong, nothing can compare.

But God called Bren away too soon, cut our time too short.
To have your child get cancer, what parent would have thought?
We saw Bren fight with courage, that cheeky smile still there;
Saw him snub that cancer, live life without a care.

For six whole years he fought that beast, fought it hard and strong,
Still his bright and cheerful self, as he was his life long.
He had such care for others, although he was so ill,
Our only wish today is that Bren be with us still.

We will always remember the happy times we had
With our beautiful, brave boy, our smart and charming lad.
The hugs for those he loved when his time to leave was near;
We’ll cherish them forever, through every passing year.

The laughs and spats, the chats and jokes that he shared with us
Are memories so treasured, memories so precious.
We will always love our Bren, whatever life may hold.
To have had him in our lives, we prize that more than gold.

We will always miss our Bren, that empty space will stay
And evoke many memories, each and every day.
But memories can’t replace Bren, nothing ever will;
As time goes on, as years pass by, we ache for him still.



Happy birthday, dearest Bren,
You’d be 21 today.
You’d hate this poem, but that’s tough luck,
‘Cos it’s the Houghton way.

We miss your laughs and cheeky tricks
And all the jokes we shared.
We miss all of the banter
And the meals that you prepared.

We also miss those silly spats
And all the rolled eyes too.
But what we miss most of all
Is the person that was you.

Two years ago


Two years ago you left us all,
But you left something behind.
You left a bunch of memories
That are always on our mind.

Treasured memories of smiles and hugs,
Of jokes and laughs with you;
Of cheeky tricks and silly spats,
The deep bond we all shared too.

Our time together was way too short,
But the love we shared lives on.
We miss you so and always will,
Every day that you are gone.

A year ago


A year ago you left us,
A year ago you died.
No longer are you here with us,
Sitting by our side.

We miss the tricks you played on us,
The smiles you gave us, too.
We miss the laughter and the jokes,
The person that was you.

Our lives are not the same these days
Because you are not here.
The empty void that’s in our lives
Will be forever near.

But you will live for always
In our minds and in our heart
On each and every day
That we are forced to be apart.