My Nephew Bucky

My Nephew Bucky. You have always been a special one You made me so very proud We always had special times and fun We'd dance and sing aloud. When you'd fall and get hurt You'd run to me to stop the pain and wipe away your tears and dirt No matter what our love remains. You grew up to be big and strong You went to serve our country Came home safe where you belong. Knowing you did your best to keep us free. Then you fell in love with a lovely girl. Together you have a special little boy You've made your mark in this world You fill your family with so much joy. ************************************************************* story behind this poem His real name is Aaron buckley. but when he was a toddler he had trouble say the L sound in his name so it always caame our aaron bucky. so the name stuck. He is my sister's son But I basically raised him. He was my first chance at knowing what a mom felt like. When looking at their child. I did everything for him that I could possibly do,to protect him and keep him happy and on a positive path in life. Whenever he fell and got hurt he'd come running to me to make it better. Even if his own parents were right there. I'd reach down and pick him up and tell him to hug me so tight his pain would transfer to me. He believed it really worked so he would let go when it didnt hurt anymore and then would run and play. It was those types of things that hold a special place in my heart. jnowing he chose to look up to me for guidaance and go to my parents for anything else. Ge;s turned out to be a great guy and one to be proud of. When there are troubles and things he wants answers to He still comes to me for them. His birthday is the end of this month so i wrote this for him and shared it on facebook with him and his wife. . This poem and the connection I have with him and his wife as well as sharing photos with both of them. Since there aren't any left from my parents' piles. My siblings destroyed everything. My sister deleted me from her page on facebook over it all. So I blocked her so she can't seen anything else I post. if she wants to grow up again then we'll talk. or try to mend the rift she caused to begin with. God knows what is best and who to bring into our lives and who needs to be taken out. sad really. © Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts other poems • family poems