15 May 2006
A poem contributed by Guillermo Balve
“I’ll lend you for a little while, a child of mine,” He said, for you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is gone.
It may be six or seven years, or eighteen or twenty five, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, And from the crowds of life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain, nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again.
For all the joy this child shall bring, The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shower him with tenderness and love him while we may, and for the happiness we’ve known, forever-grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, we’ll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
“I’ll lend you for a little while, a child of mine,” He said, for you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is gone.
It may be six or seven years, or eighteen or twenty five, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, And from the crowds of life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain, nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again.
For all the joy this child shall bring, The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shower him with tenderness and love him while we may, and for the happiness we’ve known, forever-grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, we’ll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
posted by fulvio at 18:16
3 Comments:
My mom, sisters and I are very sorry for your loss. I am very touched for what happen, since I'm just 2 years older than your son was. I don't think I ever met Alex, but I am sure he was a good and brave man, an example for many of us. May God grant you strenght and peace. We wish we could be there with you. Sincerely, Gibran, son of Leyla "Tia Chiquis" from Mexico.
Fulvio and Gilda, Lo siento mucho, que Dios los allude y les calme su dolor que sentimos todos por nuestro soldadito, Alex. Que Dios ya lo tiene en el sielo donde no se encuentra guerra ni dolor. Mis hijas y yo lloramos, que nosotros tambien tenemos hijos/nietos. Y lo sentimos mucho. Con mucho amor. Prima Elizabeth
Houston
Dear Fulvio and Gilda, though we met just briefly several years ago in Capri, Italy, we have kept in touch via e-mail. Even though we never had the opportunity to meet your son, we have been very touched by the fotos of his life, esp the very sweet ones of both of you with him as a baby. We have gotten to know of him a bit by the sentiments expressed by others and the beautiful poems. As a mother of a son, I can imaging how much your heart still aches for him, but I can see that it is also full of joyous memories of him as well.
Best wishes, Chris and Phyllis Ritchie in California
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