While I’ve been working hard on expressing my innermost feelings through writing this blog, my husband has been diligently sitting quietly with his ears filled with music writing. I thought he was simply keeping a journal, instead, he was writing a poem for our son.
He wanted me to share it with you.
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Little Leo
We prayed for strength and courage at the Kotel and Mount Zion,
Leaving notes as maps of hope leading to our little lion.
Monumental was the day we were blessed with this surprise,
Unmistakable the joy and love emblazoned in our eyes.
Along this journey we would stumble but never fall,
Your healthy heartbeat a beacon of hope to all.
I watched your little hand wave hello or maybe it was goodbye,
Eagerly embraced by happiness I would always cry.
Your Mother’s beauty radiates like rays of sunshine,
Playfully peaking around leaves to see this treasure of mine.
Her colossal courage and sacrifices you will never know,
The greatest Mother I could ever want for our Little Leo.
You grew from enduring love and hope to flesh and bone,
My thoughts now tormented by myriads of memories never known.
Perpetually I have cried an ominous river of tears,
Unbridled my anger flows along with my fears.
I feel hopelessly lost in a labyrinth of despair,
Guided only by the pain of knowing that this isn’t fair.
As parents we have so much love to give,
The King in our jungle of memories you will forever live.
Little Leo we will never feel your tranquil touch,
You are eternally etched in our hearts, we love you so much.
XO, Dad
Speechless. Tears flowing. This is beautiful.
Beautiful.
I just shared this with dad. We think it is one of the most beautiful poems you’ve written. We love you both and pray for healing and we also miss our grandson , Little Leo
Grandma Gigi and Poppy Steve
Thanks for sharing this poem with all of us. What a wonderful expression of your love for both your son & your wife. Your Leo has touched your souls no matter how fleeting it was. No words can ever express the sadness Uncle Paul & I feel for you both. Hoping time lessens your pain.
A broken heart expresses itself in so many different forms. Randy’s poem is from the heart — his broken heart. Expecting fairness from the world is to invite heartache and bitterness. Have courage: the last page has not been written, nor has the last poem.
beautifully heartbreaking. i love you both. xo