I Heard You Passed (Poem)

My Aunt Lorna Atwood (my Mom's sister)

(24 Mar, 1932- 12 Oct, 2011)

I heard you passed.

I heard you passed the other day

A frog jumped in my throat

Sadness, tears & some regret

Of the letters left un-wrote.

But then a tender feeling

Came into my heart

I’m sure you know I love you

That much I did impart.

There are no worries in heaven

Loved ones there to greet

Who have missed you sorely

The reunions must be sweet.

So don’t you worry about a thing

We’ll help each other through

The days and weeks ahead of us

As we live here without you.

I think that absence is a lesson

That Father would have us learn

We have to taste of loneliness,

For togetherness us to yearn.

Next time I get to see your face

We’ll have to part no more

and we will live for-ever

Upon that blissful shore.

By- Sandra Beaujeu Dodge

Uncle Frank, Aunt Jeanine, Aunt Lorna & Jennifer Bird

1995 Family Reunion in Stirling, Alberta, Canada

Fun times.



I love you Aunt Lorna!
Sandi

Dear Child Of Ours (poem)

When you were just a little child

I’d pick you up from school

And I could tell by one good look

The day had been a gruel.

The callous words of others

Would wound your tender heart

Relieved that I am with you now

My love to you impart.

I’d see the color drained from your face

As backpack hit the floor,

I knew that you were very glad

To be home and close the door.

Home is a place of comfort

Where kind words are the norm

And there is strength and safety

From every childhood storm.

I’d whisper silent prayers first

For words to ease your pain

And for the love that I possessed

to wash o'er you like soaking rain.

At last you’d share your stories

I’d commiserate with you

And try with words to make a balm,

to heal your soul anew.

I’m not sure we can understand

The reasons or the whys,

Of someone’s cruelty to others

Or the cause to make them cry.

I wish that I could keep you here

And shelter out the world

But I know that’s not your destiny

You’re a daughter of the Lord.

I’m not to keep you in our home

Or tuck you under wing

I know that you are strong enough

You’re a daughter of the King.

He knows the strength within you

And saved you for the last

Satan’s no power o'er you

From Deity you were cast.

So lift your chin my little child

And lift your voice in praise

A sound of great rejoicing

are the noises that we’ll raise.

Tip the corners of your lips

Way up towards the skies

And be glad that you are finally home

Where the Spirit can reside.

By- Sandra Joy Dodge

Grandma Beaujeu, Daddy, Cami, Kristi, Cassi

and Momma in Jackson Hole, WY 1995.

This picture was taken just a few short months

before our Jered joined us too. :)

Conference Preparation (poem)

Salt Lake City Conference Center

Conference



As Conference days approached us,
My thoughts were turned to Thee.
I read my Conference Ensign
And spend time upon my knees.

With great anticipation
I await those messages clear
So I may recieve directions
that Thou wouldst have me hear.

I pray my heart will open,
to know what I should do.
For repentance that is needed
To bring me close to You.

I know that application,
and correction must be done.
To be more like my Savior,
Not 'to-do'...but to 'become'.

-By- Sandi Dodge

Pres. Henry B Eyring, Pres Thomas S Monson,

Pres. Deiter F Uchtdorf