William J. Thompson, Jr. | Free Poems
- response to a tribute to father
Ode to Jenna
Her heart full of kindness, of caring, compassion.
Her smile, a pleasure, sincere and so warm.
Her laughter, like music, delightful to hear.
Her eyes, wide and luminous, reflects what’s inside.
Her voice, soft and gentle, yet somehow it’s strong,
mirrors the strength from within.
Her manner is poised, tho’ sometimes unsure
as she continues to learn who she is.
Her mind is a wonder, so sharp, so receptive,
her talents are many, some yet undiscovered.
Her emotions are varied but she strives to be happy.
When she speaks, she speaks truth,
there is no guile in her.
These are parts of her character, some things I’ve perceived.
Often times I do wonder why others don’t see what I see.
And often times I do wonder if this young woman knows,
herself, what I know.
Those who are special are rare, hard to find.
a true gift to this world from the heavens above.
Times Essence
What day will we die?
Who really can know?
So, while we’re still living,
Let’s give it a go!
Go talk to your neighbor,
stop by, see a friend.
Take time for your family,
That rift you can mend.
I speak from experience,
if you’ve read what’s above.
I know see how time
connects with love.
See, I had a buddy,
a good friend of mine.
He said, “Let’s get together!”
I said, “That would be fine!
Yes, we must get together,
In a few days or so.”
Well, a few days went by,
but I didn’t go.
And now it’s too late,
I realize.
A few days ago, my good friend died.
You see, I’ve learned from this segment
of life I’ve gone thru.
I trust that this knowledge
has been passed on to you.
What day will we die?
Who really can say?
We may have a century,
or perhaps just a day.
Our time has a value,
too precious to lose.
How will we use it?
This we must choose.
A Tribute to Father
Strong arms for support,
to uphold when it’s needed.
Strong hands for the guidance
to correct and conduce.
The voice, at times stern tho’ never austere
serves to encourage, to advise, to inspire.
The eyes are observant,
perceptive and thoughtful.
They show kindness, concern, and are known to smile.
The stride is sure, the energy tireless,
working each day to provide for his own.
The manner is quiet, just slightly reserved.
The love runs beneath, its current is strong.
These are parts of your character,
of things I’ve perceived.
Im pleased you’re my father
just so you would know.
I wanted to tell you
and speak best when I write.