Francesco Enrico Ventura
May 14th - November 29th
Poetry
Today my Mummy and Daddy have to say goodbye,
Don't be sad or give a sigh,
Remember me as I was,
I will live on in their hearts because,
My Mummy and Daddy will continue my legacy,
And will do great things in my memory,
My work on this Earth is not done,
I will always be their first born special son.....
Love Mummy xxx
My "Uncle" Andrew Green wrote me this little poem in October 2013 when I was diagnosed with my cleft lip and palate. I wrote a reply to him through my Mummy:
O! Francesco Enrico!
I trust you’ll really know
How highly you are treasured, O! Francesco Enrico!
I trust you’ll really know
How highly you are treasured,
And feel the deep glow
Of your parents pleasure,
And yearly grow
To see your great worth by…..
Their loving measure
ACG x
October 2013
My reply to my "Uncle" Andy:
O! My Uncle Andrew Green
Thank you for being so keen
And writing me a little verse
I love my parents, I could have far worse
But I’m as happy as happy can be
To know I have such wonderful parents, friends and family
I am looking forward to meeting you
When I’ve made my entrance into the world and all is new
I have all these people who love me so
Who cannot wait to welcome me and I know
Just how treasured I am by many
And how much my arrival is awaited already :)
Francesco Enrico :) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
October 2013
My son Frankie
I didn't want to say goodbye
I didn't want to cry
The pain of all that we won’t do
Will always make me sigh
My love for you will last all time
In fact its completely endless
I know you’re somewhere better now
Where there’s joy and fun not sadness
Rest in peace my lovely boy
This message from your daddy
You brought me so much hope and joy
You always made me happy
Farewell my son, it’s not goodbye
The angels have you now
I know that we will meet some day
I love you son, farewell
Love Daddy xxx
Into these Moments
Some things we think about too much,
too little
or maybe it’s just right
the thought we put into these moments . . .
A path into the future closes
nobody’s fault . . .
So look away, my beautiful,
we only hold the sorrow.
We heard the singing voices in the air,
the wedding day,
the words of celebration,
the thought we put into these moments . . .
We felt the longing for the future,
then the silence . . .
So look away, my beautiful,
we only hold the sorrow.
What shall we say tomorrow,
to the sunrise
when we hear the dreams of a life unlived . . .
the thought we put into these moments . . .
No greetings and no parties
just farewells . . .
So look away, my beautiful,
we only hold the sorrow.
The night-time folds around us
then the dawning,
a new day that can never be the same,
the thought we put into these moments . . .
as tomorrow sighs, and then -
new faces smile . . .
Don’t look away, my beautiful,
what we hold isn’t sorrow.
Suz Winspear 27/11/2013
