She has a fine heart, one with kindness and with caring.
It’s warmth can be felt by all those who know her.
Her eyes are expressive, they have depth yet they sparkle.
They reflect contemplation and her spirit within.
Her laughter, like music, a pleasure to hear.
It floats in the air and makes others smile.
Her voice is a mystery, it is strong, yet still gentle.
Her words carry merit for all that will hear.
Words of life, love and wisdom for those that she cares for.
Her strength is a quiet one, not boastful or loud,
developed through time and has brought her thus far.
Her manner is conservative, yet not overly so.
It has flexibility and brings with it humor.
Her ears, they do listen, with discernment, compassion.
They hear in an effort to help the one speaking.
Her talents are varied. Of this, I trust she is aware.
Many things have I learned from the Mother I know.
I’ve the knowledge of life skills, to cope in this world.
These things, they were taught me by the Mother I love.
But I’ve learned things much smaller which have value too.
What things do I speak of? I will tell you just now.
I speak of cooking and sewing. I speak of boxing as well.
As a lad, I learned much, countless lessons to be sure,
from the woman, my Mother whose character shows here.
These words I’ve penned here are a tribute to you, Mom.
I wanted to tell you and speak best when I write.
Your son, Billy
Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.