Mother's Day - May 14, 2006
Mother’s Day
A poem dedicated to my dear friends, Gilda and Fulvio Carbonaro, in honor of their loving son Alex
I remember Alex; from his very early days
He was his mother’s miracle in so many ways
All of her life she had prayed for a son
God granted her wish by giving her one
When I first laid eyes on him it was late afternoon
His mother had led me to the crib in his room
And there he laid quietly fast sleep
But soon he awoke from his slumber so deep
Beguiling were his eyes gazing upon me
I caressed his tiny body ever so gently
I played with his fingers; they rested in my hand
I was in awe of life’s renewal once again
Mother and son were united in joy
He became everything to her this amazing little boy
His life began to unfold before her very eyes
His first words, his first steps, each day a new surprise
The years passed by quickly disappearing in time
The next time I saw him he was already nine
His mother had come to visit me when I was ill
A thoughtful gesture that I remember still
I was surprised to see her especially with her son
He had grown up so quickly as the years had worn on
His mother’s hand rested gently on his shoulder
This beautiful infant now handsome and older!
His features and demeanor were still so much the same
He was a kindred spirit with whom I shared my name
Again the years passed quickly and the next thing I remember
It was a chilly Thursday in late November
The leaves had turned golden and fallen onto the ground
It was a Thanksgiving Holiday with family abound
The child turned adolescent was fully grown
He joined in the festivities in his new family home
In time he found his truest love and took her as his bride
Walking to the altar with his mother at his side
The bride and groom appeared happy together
But sadly this was not meant to last forever
The child turned man had chosen his career
To serve in the military for the next few years
He would be a Marine and pay service his country
Sworn to oath he performed his duty
The spring brought news of an encounter full of strife
This brave young Marine tragically lost his life
Dreams for his future and all that mattered
Lay in broken in pieces completely shattered
The loss of one’s child, the worst of a mother’s fears
The pain and sorrow, the agony and the tears
I cannot bring him back nor can time be put in reverse
I am powerless to change this not even with my verse
By sharing my thoughts I hope to recall
All the special moments and the memories all
So that one by one they will come to mind
Never to be erased in the memory of time
I will always remember Alex; for he was his mother’s son
Inextricably linked to her; his spirit lives on
Cherished by his friends who honor his memory
He will live forever in the hearts of all of his family
Alexandra Costa
May 14, 2006
Mother’s Day
posted by fulvio at 09:57
3 Comments:
Questa foto é tenerissima. é un'ummagine che resta nell'eternità, la dolcezza di un abbraccio materno é qualcosa di indelebile nell'universo, da mamma posso dire che l'amore che Alex ha dato e dimostrato con il suo sacrificio equivale ad un caldo, eterno abbraccio di una madre verso suo figlio, ancora più grande, per l'umanità!
Ti stringo forte caro , dolce Alex affiché la mia energia e il mio affetto arrivino a te ovunque tu sia.
Ti voglio bene
Cristina Martinucci
Translation:
This photograph is ever so tender. It's an image that gives us a feeling throughout eternity of the sweet maternal embrace indelible in the universe; as a mother I can say that the love that Alex has given and shown with his sacrifice is equivalent to the warm, eternal embrace of a mother towards her son, moreover towards humanity. I hold you tightly, my dear sweet Alex, until my energy and affection reach you wherever you are now.
I love you,
Cristina Martinucci
Would that I could hold you tight, in my arms, until the pain goes away. But I know the only arms you wish for are his. Oh, Gildinya, I am so deeply sorry. I know that much of your inner fire has seemed to die with him, but I pray that someday, somehow, it can be rekindled. I believe he would want it so.
I hold the vision in my heart that in some way, Alex will come alive for you again, that in some way you will know that he is still walking beside you, that you will become aware of his presence, vibrant and living, and you will know that even though you cannot touch him with your hands, you can never be separated. Not merely because he lives in your memory, but because he is real, and he is eternal.
His eyes, even in his pictures as a youth, have a depth that is not often present in such young people. I think, that on some level he has always been aware of something more than ordinary people are. I think that is so, because you have always had that quality, too. And Fulvio too, regardless of his gregarious personality, has also, always had a special quietness within. This is something to ponder, for I believe it has a reason. I do not know Gildita, but from Alex's poem to her, I cannot help but believe that theirs was an exceptional love, especially for such a young couple. I believe all of you must have a connection that is extraordinary. I cannot accept that it is possible to sever it.
I do believe in the reality of eternal consciousness. I do believe that we do not forget those we love. I do believe that he is still here, whispering in your ear, "Hey, Mom, I'm o.k. Be cool. I love you. Do not despair. We will always be together." I pray, that in time, you will hear him, and that your fire will rise once more, like the phoenix from its ashes.
Again, please forgive my ramblings. I accept that they may merely be delusional and wishful thoughts. But, these are feelings and beliefs that have become shaped over the years by my studies, my seeking, and my experiences. I hold them to be true, simply because, after much thought and observation, they seem more logical to me than other possibilities. I hope that you will find them to be valid.
You are a most unique woman...you have always been so for as long as I have known you, and you have always had what I call, "a connection". We have spoken of this before. I think it is one of your very special gifts, to be opened at your choosing.
Enough of my insanity. This is a very emotional time. Please let me know in any way I can be of help. I am at your service. You are in my thoughts constantly. I love you.
Blessings and Love to you always, Kat
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