GOODBYE MY LOVE
Goodbye, my love, we now must part;
Our skies have grayed above.
Through all the years I'll ne'er forget
The blessing of your love.
Our parting is a sad "Goodbye,"
For each, I know is blue.
Our love was true, I know that now;
But others quelled our view.
Some day, perhaps, we may regain
A love that was sublime,
Till then my hopes and prayers sincere
Will serve the passing time.
Poem written by William's first wife, Florence Paesano Alexander.
William was the son of John Howard and Laura Antoinette Darby Alexander. He was the brother of James Howard Alexander. He was the husband of Florence Irene Paesano Alexander (first wife/divorced). He was the father of William; Michael; Denise; Yvonne; Daria ; Greg and Lance.The following is a biography of William's wife, Florence Paesano Alexander as well as some of her poetry:
Birth: May 23, 1923
Braddock (Allegheny County)
Allegheny County
Pennsylvania, USA
Death: Apr. 17, 1996
Pennsylvania, USA
William's wife was the daughter of Gaetano and Antoinette Rose Mirro Paesano. Wife of William Alexander (Divorced). Sister of: Virginia "Dolly" Paesano Margie; Albert Ralph; Earnest (deceased as an infant); Raymond and Eugene. Mother of: Wiiliam; Denise Alexander Martin; Daria Alexander Newsome; Yvonne; Gregory; Lance and the late Michael Alexander.
Quotes from her eulogy: "Just as Mary, the Mother of God had a scar on her heart after the death of Jesus, Florence Alexander had a scar on her heart because of the death of her son Michael. As a mother, she shared the triumphs and joys and sorrows of the Blessed Mother... we are certain that her greatest joy in life were the births of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and her greatest sorrow was the death of her beloved son, Michael."
Mass was at the St. Jude Apostle Church by the Reverend John O'Malley. Internment was in the Good Shepherd Cemetery in Monroeville next to her son, Michael Alexander and brother Albert Ralph Paesano. Arrangements were made by the Alfieri Funeral Home in Wilmerding, PA. Florence was a wonderful poet and her poetry can define her life better than any other words. The first poem was written in honor of her brother, Earnest, who died as an infant:
IN MEMORY
In memory of someone we love,
Who passed away too soon...
In memory of our Baby Dear
Who never saw the moon.
Our love is great, shall always be
As though he were quite near;
For we shall always see his smile
And lovely eyes so dear.
Our memory has not failed us, Dear;
Each time we breathe a sigh
We long to hold you, feel confused
Because you had to die.
We cherish all the loving thoughts
And all the bliss you gave.
Believe me, son, we'll ne'er forget...
Though you are in the grave.
VIOLINS WERE PLAYING
Violins were playing;
Hearts were strumming too.
Everyone was saying:
"Darling, I love you."
Then the dancers waltzed on...
Music filled the air:
Whispered words were flowing...
Love was everywhere.
It was then I saw you
As my heart sank low.
Greater love than mine, Dear,
You will never know.
Violins are playing;
It's our wedding day.
May the song that found us
Guide us on our way.
LOVE
Do you hear a sweet voice calling...
A voice that sounds like spring;
A voice that's filled with happiness;
And makes each glad heart sing?
Do you hear it in the morning;
At night; throughout the day?
Rejoice and listen to its song,
For love has come your way.
WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY
When you're far away from home;
Are there ever thoughts of me?
Do you feel so all alone,
Are there folks you'd like to see?
When the darkness comes in sight,
Do you wonder if I care?
As the stars steal through the night,
Do you softly say a prayer?
While you're far away I pray
That to you I may convey
The blessings of my heart,
In hopes we'll never really part.
When you're far away from me,
Do you long to have me near?
In your dreams may I still be
The one you love and hold so dear?
DISPOSSESSED
The day you came into my life
In search for hearts to rent,
I thought, perhaps, you'd pay your bills,
Believed you "Heaven-sent."
The love and kisses that I asked
Were really not a lot,
My heart was roomy, clean and pure;
But love I never got.
When tenants do not pay their rent,
They board no longer free;
For they are dispossessed at once
And left the cold to flee.
And so, I've turned you out, my dear,
The cold you must endure.
I've dispossessed you from my heart,
And firmly locked the door.
SORRY
I'm sorry that you think you care,
Although it can't be true.
I'm sorry for the things we said;
For dreams unfurled by you.
I'm sorry for the way I spoke
As I beheld fake charms.
I'm sorry for the plans we made
Within each others arms.
I'm sorry you're the one I met
When others were in view,
I'm sorry. Yes, and I regret
The very thought of you.
I'm sorry for the little notes
That made me breathe a sign.
I'm sorry that we said "Hello,"
But glad we said "Goodbye."
THE MOUNTAIN'S LULLABY
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down below,
When the mountain sings a lullaby...
How she shakes and trembles so.
She tries hard to be a loving soul
As she rocks her babes to sleep.
Can she help it if she's not well-loved
By her children of the deep?
Sincerely, she sings to them tenderly
And shades them from sunshine and harm.
Sincerely, she cries when neglected she stands...
Longing for Motherly charm.
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down so deep...
When the mountain sings a lullaby
She awakes them from their sleep,
Dear Mom (On Mother's Day)
Dear Mom,
Wish you were here;
So I can tell you how I feel
And long to have you near.
Dear Mom,
This is your day,
When all the love you deserve
Is sent along your way.
Your path is strewn with Glory,
My heart is open wide.
The care and love you gave me
Has filled my heart with pride.
Dear Mom,
It's been so long
Since I told you how much I care
-It's been so very long.
Dear Mom,
What can I say?
My love is even stronger now
-Since you passed away.
SHALL I?
Shall I kiss your tender lips,
Or gaze into those eyes
That seem to see so many things
And put to shame the skies?
Shall I take you in my arms
And brush your lovely hair?
Shall I tell you of my love,
And banish every care?
I long to do these many things;
So, won't you say I may?
You can relieve my heart of pain,
If you'll say "Yes" today.
William had a second wife named Nina
Goodbye, my love, we now must part;
Our skies have grayed above.
Through all the years I'll ne'er forget
The blessing of your love.
Our parting is a sad "Goodbye,"
For each, I know is blue.
Our love was true, I know that now;
But others quelled our view.
Some day, perhaps, we may regain
A love that was sublime,
Till then my hopes and prayers sincere
Will serve the passing time.
Poem written by William's first wife, Florence Paesano Alexander.
William was the son of John Howard and Laura Antoinette Darby Alexander. He was the brother of James Howard Alexander. He was the husband of Florence Irene Paesano Alexander (first wife/divorced). He was the father of William; Michael; Denise; Yvonne; Daria ; Greg and Lance.The following is a biography of William's wife, Florence Paesano Alexander as well as some of her poetry:
Birth: May 23, 1923
Braddock (Allegheny County)
Allegheny County
Pennsylvania, USA
Death: Apr. 17, 1996
Pennsylvania, USA
William's wife was the daughter of Gaetano and Antoinette Rose Mirro Paesano. Wife of William Alexander (Divorced). Sister of: Virginia "Dolly" Paesano Margie; Albert Ralph; Earnest (deceased as an infant); Raymond and Eugene. Mother of: Wiiliam; Denise Alexander Martin; Daria Alexander Newsome; Yvonne; Gregory; Lance and the late Michael Alexander.
Quotes from her eulogy: "Just as Mary, the Mother of God had a scar on her heart after the death of Jesus, Florence Alexander had a scar on her heart because of the death of her son Michael. As a mother, she shared the triumphs and joys and sorrows of the Blessed Mother... we are certain that her greatest joy in life were the births of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and her greatest sorrow was the death of her beloved son, Michael."
Mass was at the St. Jude Apostle Church by the Reverend John O'Malley. Internment was in the Good Shepherd Cemetery in Monroeville next to her son, Michael Alexander and brother Albert Ralph Paesano. Arrangements were made by the Alfieri Funeral Home in Wilmerding, PA. Florence was a wonderful poet and her poetry can define her life better than any other words. The first poem was written in honor of her brother, Earnest, who died as an infant:
IN MEMORY
In memory of someone we love,
Who passed away too soon...
In memory of our Baby Dear
Who never saw the moon.
Our love is great, shall always be
As though he were quite near;
For we shall always see his smile
And lovely eyes so dear.
Our memory has not failed us, Dear;
Each time we breathe a sigh
We long to hold you, feel confused
Because you had to die.
We cherish all the loving thoughts
And all the bliss you gave.
Believe me, son, we'll ne'er forget...
Though you are in the grave.
VIOLINS WERE PLAYING
Violins were playing;
Hearts were strumming too.
Everyone was saying:
"Darling, I love you."
Then the dancers waltzed on...
Music filled the air:
Whispered words were flowing...
Love was everywhere.
It was then I saw you
As my heart sank low.
Greater love than mine, Dear,
You will never know.
Violins are playing;
It's our wedding day.
May the song that found us
Guide us on our way.
LOVE
Do you hear a sweet voice calling...
A voice that sounds like spring;
A voice that's filled with happiness;
And makes each glad heart sing?
Do you hear it in the morning;
At night; throughout the day?
Rejoice and listen to its song,
For love has come your way.
WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY
When you're far away from home;
Are there ever thoughts of me?
Do you feel so all alone,
Are there folks you'd like to see?
When the darkness comes in sight,
Do you wonder if I care?
As the stars steal through the night,
Do you softly say a prayer?
While you're far away I pray
That to you I may convey
The blessings of my heart,
In hopes we'll never really part.
When you're far away from me,
Do you long to have me near?
In your dreams may I still be
The one you love and hold so dear?
DISPOSSESSED
The day you came into my life
In search for hearts to rent,
I thought, perhaps, you'd pay your bills,
Believed you "Heaven-sent."
The love and kisses that I asked
Were really not a lot,
My heart was roomy, clean and pure;
But love I never got.
When tenants do not pay their rent,
They board no longer free;
For they are dispossessed at once
And left the cold to flee.
And so, I've turned you out, my dear,
The cold you must endure.
I've dispossessed you from my heart,
And firmly locked the door.
SORRY
I'm sorry that you think you care,
Although it can't be true.
I'm sorry for the things we said;
For dreams unfurled by you.
I'm sorry for the way I spoke
As I beheld fake charms.
I'm sorry for the plans we made
Within each others arms.
I'm sorry you're the one I met
When others were in view,
I'm sorry. Yes, and I regret
The very thought of you.
I'm sorry for the little notes
That made me breathe a sign.
I'm sorry that we said "Hello,"
But glad we said "Goodbye."
THE MOUNTAIN'S LULLABY
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down below,
When the mountain sings a lullaby...
How she shakes and trembles so.
She tries hard to be a loving soul
As she rocks her babes to sleep.
Can she help it if she's not well-loved
By her children of the deep?
Sincerely, she sings to them tenderly
And shades them from sunshine and harm.
Sincerely, she cries when neglected she stands...
Longing for Motherly charm.
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down so deep...
When the mountain sings a lullaby
She awakes them from their sleep,
Dear Mom (On Mother's Day)
Dear Mom,
Wish you were here;
So I can tell you how I feel
And long to have you near.
Dear Mom,
This is your day,
When all the love you deserve
Is sent along your way.
Your path is strewn with Glory,
My heart is open wide.
The care and love you gave me
Has filled my heart with pride.
Dear Mom,
It's been so long
Since I told you how much I care
-It's been so very long.
Dear Mom,
What can I say?
My love is even stronger now
-Since you passed away.
SHALL I?
Shall I kiss your tender lips,
Or gaze into those eyes
That seem to see so many things
And put to shame the skies?
Shall I take you in my arms
And brush your lovely hair?
Shall I tell you of my love,
And banish every care?
I long to do these many things;
So, won't you say I may?
You can relieve my heart of pain,
If you'll say "Yes" today.
William had a second wife named Nina
GOODBYE MY LOVE
Goodbye, my love, we now must part;
Our skies have grayed above.
Through all the years I'll ne'er forget
The blessing of your love.
Our parting is a sad "Goodbye,"
For each, I know is blue.
Our love was true, I know that now;
But others quelled our view.
Some day, perhaps, we may regain
A love that was sublime,
Till then my hopes and prayers sincere
Will serve the passing time.
Poem written by William's first wife, Florence Paesano Alexander.
William was the son of John Howard and Laura Antoinette Darby Alexander. He was the brother of James Howard Alexander. He was the husband of Florence Irene Paesano Alexander (first wife/divorced). He was the father of William; Michael; Denise; Yvonne; Daria ; Greg and Lance.The following is a biography of William's wife, Florence Paesano Alexander as well as some of her poetry:
Birth: May 23, 1923
Braddock (Allegheny County)
Allegheny County
Pennsylvania, USA
Death: Apr. 17, 1996
Pennsylvania, USA
William's wife was the daughter of Gaetano and Antoinette Rose Mirro Paesano. Wife of William Alexander (Divorced). Sister of: Virginia "Dolly" Paesano Margie; Albert Ralph; Earnest (deceased as an infant); Raymond and Eugene. Mother of: Wiiliam; Denise Alexander Martin; Daria Alexander Newsome; Yvonne; Gregory; Lance and the late Michael Alexander.
Quotes from her eulogy: "Just as Mary, the Mother of God had a scar on her heart after the death of Jesus, Florence Alexander had a scar on her heart because of the death of her son Michael. As a mother, she shared the triumphs and joys and sorrows of the Blessed Mother... we are certain that her greatest joy in life were the births of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and her greatest sorrow was the death of her beloved son, Michael."
Mass was at the St. Jude Apostle Church by the Reverend John O'Malley. Internment was in the Good Shepherd Cemetery in Monroeville next to her son, Michael Alexander and brother Albert Ralph Paesano. Arrangements were made by the Alfieri Funeral Home in Wilmerding, PA. Florence was a wonderful poet and her poetry can define her life better than any other words. The first poem was written in honor of her brother, Earnest, who died as an infant:
IN MEMORY
In memory of someone we love,
Who passed away too soon...
In memory of our Baby Dear
Who never saw the moon.
Our love is great, shall always be
As though he were quite near;
For we shall always see his smile
And lovely eyes so dear.
Our memory has not failed us, Dear;
Each time we breathe a sigh
We long to hold you, feel confused
Because you had to die.
We cherish all the loving thoughts
And all the bliss you gave.
Believe me, son, we'll ne'er forget...
Though you are in the grave.
VIOLINS WERE PLAYING
Violins were playing;
Hearts were strumming too.
Everyone was saying:
"Darling, I love you."
Then the dancers waltzed on...
Music filled the air:
Whispered words were flowing...
Love was everywhere.
It was then I saw you
As my heart sank low.
Greater love than mine, Dear,
You will never know.
Violins are playing;
It's our wedding day.
May the song that found us
Guide us on our way.
LOVE
Do you hear a sweet voice calling...
A voice that sounds like spring;
A voice that's filled with happiness;
And makes each glad heart sing?
Do you hear it in the morning;
At night; throughout the day?
Rejoice and listen to its song,
For love has come your way.
WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY
When you're far away from home;
Are there ever thoughts of me?
Do you feel so all alone,
Are there folks you'd like to see?
When the darkness comes in sight,
Do you wonder if I care?
As the stars steal through the night,
Do you softly say a prayer?
While you're far away I pray
That to you I may convey
The blessings of my heart,
In hopes we'll never really part.
When you're far away from me,
Do you long to have me near?
In your dreams may I still be
The one you love and hold so dear?
DISPOSSESSED
The day you came into my life
In search for hearts to rent,
I thought, perhaps, you'd pay your bills,
Believed you "Heaven-sent."
The love and kisses that I asked
Were really not a lot,
My heart was roomy, clean and pure;
But love I never got.
When tenants do not pay their rent,
They board no longer free;
For they are dispossessed at once
And left the cold to flee.
And so, I've turned you out, my dear,
The cold you must endure.
I've dispossessed you from my heart,
And firmly locked the door.
SORRY
I'm sorry that you think you care,
Although it can't be true.
I'm sorry for the things we said;
For dreams unfurled by you.
I'm sorry for the way I spoke
As I beheld fake charms.
I'm sorry for the plans we made
Within each others arms.
I'm sorry you're the one I met
When others were in view,
I'm sorry. Yes, and I regret
The very thought of you.
I'm sorry for the little notes
That made me breathe a sign.
I'm sorry that we said "Hello,"
But glad we said "Goodbye."
THE MOUNTAIN'S LULLABY
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down below,
When the mountain sings a lullaby...
How she shakes and trembles so.
She tries hard to be a loving soul
As she rocks her babes to sleep.
Can she help it if she's not well-loved
By her children of the deep?
Sincerely, she sings to them tenderly
And shades them from sunshine and harm.
Sincerely, she cries when neglected she stands...
Longing for Motherly charm.
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down so deep...
When the mountain sings a lullaby
She awakes them from their sleep,
Dear Mom (On Mother's Day)
Dear Mom,
Wish you were here;
So I can tell you how I feel
And long to have you near.
Dear Mom,
This is your day,
When all the love you deserve
Is sent along your way.
Your path is strewn with Glory,
My heart is open wide.
The care and love you gave me
Has filled my heart with pride.
Dear Mom,
It's been so long
Since I told you how much I care
-It's been so very long.
Dear Mom,
What can I say?
My love is even stronger now
-Since you passed away.
SHALL I?
Shall I kiss your tender lips,
Or gaze into those eyes
That seem to see so many things
And put to shame the skies?
Shall I take you in my arms
And brush your lovely hair?
Shall I tell you of my love,
And banish every care?
I long to do these many things;
So, won't you say I may?
You can relieve my heart of pain,
If you'll say "Yes" today.
William had a second wife named Nina
Goodbye, my love, we now must part;
Our skies have grayed above.
Through all the years I'll ne'er forget
The blessing of your love.
Our parting is a sad "Goodbye,"
For each, I know is blue.
Our love was true, I know that now;
But others quelled our view.
Some day, perhaps, we may regain
A love that was sublime,
Till then my hopes and prayers sincere
Will serve the passing time.
Poem written by William's first wife, Florence Paesano Alexander.
William was the son of John Howard and Laura Antoinette Darby Alexander. He was the brother of James Howard Alexander. He was the husband of Florence Irene Paesano Alexander (first wife/divorced). He was the father of William; Michael; Denise; Yvonne; Daria ; Greg and Lance.The following is a biography of William's wife, Florence Paesano Alexander as well as some of her poetry:
Birth: May 23, 1923
Braddock (Allegheny County)
Allegheny County
Pennsylvania, USA
Death: Apr. 17, 1996
Pennsylvania, USA
William's wife was the daughter of Gaetano and Antoinette Rose Mirro Paesano. Wife of William Alexander (Divorced). Sister of: Virginia "Dolly" Paesano Margie; Albert Ralph; Earnest (deceased as an infant); Raymond and Eugene. Mother of: Wiiliam; Denise Alexander Martin; Daria Alexander Newsome; Yvonne; Gregory; Lance and the late Michael Alexander.
Quotes from her eulogy: "Just as Mary, the Mother of God had a scar on her heart after the death of Jesus, Florence Alexander had a scar on her heart because of the death of her son Michael. As a mother, she shared the triumphs and joys and sorrows of the Blessed Mother... we are certain that her greatest joy in life were the births of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and her greatest sorrow was the death of her beloved son, Michael."
Mass was at the St. Jude Apostle Church by the Reverend John O'Malley. Internment was in the Good Shepherd Cemetery in Monroeville next to her son, Michael Alexander and brother Albert Ralph Paesano. Arrangements were made by the Alfieri Funeral Home in Wilmerding, PA. Florence was a wonderful poet and her poetry can define her life better than any other words. The first poem was written in honor of her brother, Earnest, who died as an infant:
IN MEMORY
In memory of someone we love,
Who passed away too soon...
In memory of our Baby Dear
Who never saw the moon.
Our love is great, shall always be
As though he were quite near;
For we shall always see his smile
And lovely eyes so dear.
Our memory has not failed us, Dear;
Each time we breathe a sigh
We long to hold you, feel confused
Because you had to die.
We cherish all the loving thoughts
And all the bliss you gave.
Believe me, son, we'll ne'er forget...
Though you are in the grave.
VIOLINS WERE PLAYING
Violins were playing;
Hearts were strumming too.
Everyone was saying:
"Darling, I love you."
Then the dancers waltzed on...
Music filled the air:
Whispered words were flowing...
Love was everywhere.
It was then I saw you
As my heart sank low.
Greater love than mine, Dear,
You will never know.
Violins are playing;
It's our wedding day.
May the song that found us
Guide us on our way.
LOVE
Do you hear a sweet voice calling...
A voice that sounds like spring;
A voice that's filled with happiness;
And makes each glad heart sing?
Do you hear it in the morning;
At night; throughout the day?
Rejoice and listen to its song,
For love has come your way.
WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY
When you're far away from home;
Are there ever thoughts of me?
Do you feel so all alone,
Are there folks you'd like to see?
When the darkness comes in sight,
Do you wonder if I care?
As the stars steal through the night,
Do you softly say a prayer?
While you're far away I pray
That to you I may convey
The blessings of my heart,
In hopes we'll never really part.
When you're far away from me,
Do you long to have me near?
In your dreams may I still be
The one you love and hold so dear?
DISPOSSESSED
The day you came into my life
In search for hearts to rent,
I thought, perhaps, you'd pay your bills,
Believed you "Heaven-sent."
The love and kisses that I asked
Were really not a lot,
My heart was roomy, clean and pure;
But love I never got.
When tenants do not pay their rent,
They board no longer free;
For they are dispossessed at once
And left the cold to flee.
And so, I've turned you out, my dear,
The cold you must endure.
I've dispossessed you from my heart,
And firmly locked the door.
SORRY
I'm sorry that you think you care,
Although it can't be true.
I'm sorry for the things we said;
For dreams unfurled by you.
I'm sorry for the way I spoke
As I beheld fake charms.
I'm sorry for the plans we made
Within each others arms.
I'm sorry you're the one I met
When others were in view,
I'm sorry. Yes, and I regret
The very thought of you.
I'm sorry for the little notes
That made me breathe a sign.
I'm sorry that we said "Hello,"
But glad we said "Goodbye."
THE MOUNTAIN'S LULLABY
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down below,
When the mountain sings a lullaby...
How she shakes and trembles so.
She tries hard to be a loving soul
As she rocks her babes to sleep.
Can she help it if she's not well-loved
By her children of the deep?
Sincerely, she sings to them tenderly
And shades them from sunshine and harm.
Sincerely, she cries when neglected she stands...
Longing for Motherly charm.
When the mountain sings a lullaby
To the valleys down so deep...
When the mountain sings a lullaby
She awakes them from their sleep,
Dear Mom (On Mother's Day)
Dear Mom,
Wish you were here;
So I can tell you how I feel
And long to have you near.
Dear Mom,
This is your day,
When all the love you deserve
Is sent along your way.
Your path is strewn with Glory,
My heart is open wide.
The care and love you gave me
Has filled my heart with pride.
Dear Mom,
It's been so long
Since I told you how much I care
-It's been so very long.
Dear Mom,
What can I say?
My love is even stronger now
-Since you passed away.
SHALL I?
Shall I kiss your tender lips,
Or gaze into those eyes
That seem to see so many things
And put to shame the skies?
Shall I take you in my arms
And brush your lovely hair?
Shall I tell you of my love,
And banish every care?
I long to do these many things;
So, won't you say I may?
You can relieve my heart of pain,
If you'll say "Yes" today.
William had a second wife named Nina
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