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Sunday, 20 November 2011

Beloved Son Songs, Poems, and Quotations


In memory of  Robert (Sandy-Sandy-Man) Girvan, my son.

A Dad Hurts Too
People don’t always see the tears a DAD cries,
His heart is broken too, when his beloved child dies.
He tries to hold it together, tries to be strong,
He holds on to the daughter, as her tears fall.
He comforts her throughout it all.

He goes through his day doing what he’s supposed to do.
But, a piece of his heart has been ripped away too.
Though only when he’s alone does he let out the pain,
His world too; has come crashing in, all around him.
And all that was bright has gone completely dim.


As he searches for answers ,when none are to be found.
Who offers to help a Dad up, when he’s hit the ground,
As he smiles through his fears,
Struggles to hold back his tears?

What you see on the outside is not the real.
Men were taught not to show how they feel,
So, he feels he has to be strong for the others.
But it’s not just the daughters and mothers.
DADS do hurt too.
©Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan. All rights reserved


Son, You’re 
Never Missing From Our Lives, 
Just Watching Over us.

Though somebody is missing from our dinner table,
From his bedroom, and our home;
Though his body may be missing from celebrations,
Family vacations and in between.
That someone's only missing, if his memory be gone.

Only then, will he not have parties, graduations, celebrations;
To be missed throughout the rest of eternity.
Only when, our lives he does not in some way touch;
When, a family, we are not;
Only then, will he be missing, when his memory be gone.


We must continue on.

Though his abode be with THE Creator now;
If, he still lives, in our hearts and minds,
Then, his memory keeps US alive.
Yes, we were all blessed by his short mortal life;
It’s He that keeps US strong-HIS memory not gone.

He is never missing from our lives.
Just Watching over us.
© Al (Alex-Alexander) D Girvan. All rights reserved.

The S.ON, Watching Over ME.

I sit here and I ponder, how very much
I’d like to talk with you today;
There are just too many things,
That we didn't get to say.
Oh, I know how much I care for you.
And each time I think of you;
How much you care for me.
For you said and you wrote it too.
That was before the calling you clearly heard said;
Your place was now ready, somewhere far above.
What or why the calling; only the creator knew.
You had so much to live for; so much yet to do.
It still seems impossible that Nature was taking you.
But though one short life here is past,
 The real calling starts anew.
You will live for all eternity, just as the Creator promised you.
We are never really far apart; you are always in my heart
Any time I need to talk, I know;
YOU are there;
The SON watching over ME. 
©Al (Alex-Alexander) D Girvan. All rights reserved

For My Heart is Filled With Memories
My heart is filled 
with MEMORIES,
of a brilliant young MAN, 
who touched my WORLD
FOREVER.
I'm so GLAD.
You are my SON,
still watching over ME,
FOREVER.
Although my darling son
Was with me just a while
He'll live on in my heart,
FOREVER.
MEMORIES,
 I'll treasure them,
 with LOVE,
and a sweet remembered smile,
FOREVER.
.—Al (Alex, Alexander) D. Girvan

In Beechmount Cemetery
Here the dead sleep-- the quiet dead. No sound
Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays.
Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground,
And the wind roars about the woodland ways.
Springtime and summer and red autumn pass,
With leaf and bloom and pipe of wind and bird,
And the old earth puts forth her tender grass,
By them unfelt, unheeded and unheard.
Our centuries to them are but as strokes
In the dim gamut of some far-off chime.
Unaltering rest their perfect cloaks--
A thing too vast to hear or feel or see--
Children of Silence and Eternity,
They know no season but the end of time.


Loss.
He was so very, very special 
And was so from the start
I held him in my arms 

But mainly in my heart 

And like a single drop of rain

That on still waters fall, 

His life did ripples make 

And touched the lives of all. 

He's gone to play with angels 

In heaven up above

So I keep my special memories
though still hurting from our loss.

I Thought of You With Love Today,
 As Did I Yesterday.
I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new;
for I thought about you yesterday;
and the days before that too.

I think about you in silence
but often speak your name;
 for all I have are the memories;
and your picture in a frame.

You memory is my treasure
with which I will never part;
THE MOTHER has you in her keeping;
I; have you, forever, in my heart.

Man Child
All day he lay upon the sand
When summer sun was bright,
And let the grains sift thorough his hand
With infantile delight;
Just like a child, so soft and fair,
Though he was twenty-five-
An innocent, my mother-care
Had kept so long alive.

Oh it is hard to bear a cross
For five-and-twenty years;
A daft son and a husband's loss
Are woes out-weighing tears
Yet bright and beautiful was he,
Though barely could he walk;
And when he signalled out to sea
His talk was baby talk.

The man I loved was drowned out there
When we were ten weeks wed.
'Tis bitter hard a boy to bear
That' fathered by the dead.
And now I give my life to him
Because he needs me so;
And as I look my sight is dim
With pity, love and woe....

"Dear Mother mine," I hear him say,
"The curse that bound me fast,
Some miracle has swept away,
And all you pain is past.
Now I am strong and sane and free,
And you shall have your due; 
For as loved and cherished me,
I'll love and cherish you."

His kisses sooth away my pain,
His clasp is paradise....
Then-then I look at him again
With terror in my eyes:

For down he sinks upon the sand,
And heavy droops his head;
The golden grains drift through his hand...
I know-my boy is dead.
--Robert William Service

Son
He hurried away, young heart of joy, under our Devon sky!
And I watched him go, my beautiful boy, and a weary woman was I.
For my hair is grey, and his was gold; he'd the best of his life to live;
And I'd loved him so, and I'm old, I'm old; and he's all I had to give.

Ah yes, he was proud and swift and gay, but oh how my eyes were dim!
With the sun in his heart he went away, but he took the sun with him.
For look! How the leaves are falling now,
and the winter won't be long. . . .
Oh boy, my boy with the sunny brow, and the lips of love and of song!

How we used to sit at the day's sweet end, we two by the firelight's gleam,
And we'd drift to the Valley of Let's Pretend,
on the beautiful river of Dream.
Oh dear little heart! All wealth untold would I gladly, gladly pay
Could I just for a moment closely hold that golden head to my grey.

For I gaze in the fire, and I'm seeing there a child, and he waves to me;
And I run and I hold him up in the air, and he laughs and shouts with glee;
A little bundle of love and mirth, crying: "Come, Mumsie dear!"
Ah me! If he called from the ends of the earth
I know that my heart would hear.. . . . .

Yet the thought comes thrilling through all my pain:
how worthier could he die?
Yea, a loss like that is a glorious gain, and pitiful proud am I.
For Peace must be bought with blood and tears,
and the boys of our hearts must pay;
And so in our joy of the after-years, let us bless them every day.

And though I know there's a hasty grave with a poor little cross at its head,
And the gold of his youth he so gladly gave, yet to me he'll never be dead.
And the sun in my Devon lane will be gay, and my boy will be with me still,
So I'm finding the heart to smile and say: "Oh God, if it be Thy Will!"

--Robert W. Service, The Ayrshire Poet

A Father
A father overheard his son pray:
Dear Mother,
 Make me the kind of man my Daddy is.
Later that night, the Father prayed,
Dear Mother, 
Make me the kind of man my son wants me to be
.—Author Unknown



"Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory."

Author: Douglas MacArthur

"A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up—he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master—a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise. But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words - “Hi, Dad!”"

Author: Alan Beck

"By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong."

Author: Charles Wadsworth

"He has the spirit of the sun, the moods of the moon, and the will of the wind."

Author: Julie Perkins Centrell

"Let him sleep for when he wakes he will move mountains!!"

Author: Unknown

A son is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future. .Author Unknown.

When you teach your son, you teach your son's son.

“If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. . . . The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.” 
Rudyard Kipling 

Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.--Author Unknown



A concentrated, single verse version exists:
During the US Civil War a third verse was written
 by an unknown author, and is sometimes included
 in renditions of the song:

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