Dedicated to my sons

L’INCONTRO
(The Meeting)
Poem by Andrea Bocelli



While like a giant-proud and happy
I take my baby in my arms Fragile, innocent, and alive
And like a little bird He’s pushing against my chest
Abandoned quiet and safe For an instant - almost sweetly
My destiny appears to me like a dream

And I see myself, old and surrendered,
Seated there near the coalfire
Waiting for the evening with the anxiety of a child.
Just to see him coming back home
With the gift of his smile, Of his words and kindness
It’s like a promise that can solve the enormous joy
Of one of his caresses

Then I wake up and I have already forgotten
But inside of me the kid’s trapped soul advises me
That this new born child is already more important to me
Than of my own life…………..

……………. And I stood in front of him for awhile
and listened around and took him in my arms

He opened his hand and touched my nose and
brushed against my mouth

I held him and my world turned more
Around us everything blossomed

I stood still for awhile And it was there that time found us again

He opened his hand then touched my nose and then I smiled

I held him and the world turned more
Around us everything blossomed

The world is a tiny point of blue light
That turns and moves with the breath of angels

I held him and the world turned more

That turns are moves with the breath of angels

I held him and stood just so, just so ……….

Paul's Birthday----2006

Happy Birthday Paul!! You are always in my thoughts, but this month especially more so. Rad and I went out and enjoyed this beautiful day. It was made even more special when we went to the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum and visited the butterfly conservatory. It was a beautiful sight especially knowing the significance of the butterfly to life here and beyond.

You were on the minds of many today which I know you had to sense. I talked to Jeff and he told me as he worked though the night his thoughts were mostly of you. Barbara and I talked of you in the morning, I had messages when I returned this evening from Auntie Rose, your cousin Jackie, my neighbor Cheryl and emails from Ruthie and Nancy. How nice to know we are loved. You are alive in my heart and memories. Happy Birthday my first born son, I love you now and always.


More on butterflies:

The butterfly is a symbol of hope.
Think of the first stage of its life - as a caterpillar, like us, crawling on the earth.
Then comes the chrysalis - apparently dead - as when we put the body in a casket.
The 3rd stage, is the beautiful butterfly - completely changed - a free spirit, no longer earth-bound.