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.