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Ode To Jenna

Friends, there are occasions in our lives, special occasions when we are given the gift of meeting singular people of character.  People who by their spirit and tenacity for living have an impact on our lives.  In my experience, these meetings are uncommon and should be treated and recognized as what they are…..A gift, nothing less.  There is one such young lady it was my pleasure to have met.  In a space of only a few years, I watched this friend of mine grow through her life.  Growth is not usually easy and her situation was no exception.  She endured much pain and this pain was on all levels.  Physical pain from a bad accident which demanded many visits to the hospital for surgeries and therapies as well as a battle against an infection she contracted while in the hospital.  Emotional and mental pain from a number of life situations that were unfair to one so young.  And one cannot go through these experiences without it affecting their spirit as well.  There were times of tears and periods of doubt that plagued this young woman.  I knew only parts of it.  Much of it she battled on her own.

I am more than happy to say that these days, her life is so much better.  No more visits to the hospital.  She has found love and is more than deserving of it.  I met the fellow and he is a good man and a kind person.  She is very much involved now in rescue operations for neglected and abused animals.  It has become her passion and I am so proud of my good friend.  The poem that follows here was one that I had written for her during one of her hospital stays.  I wrote it because Life was hitting her pretty hard and I did not want her to forget who she was.  Because in the midst of pain, we can forget.  She was in a great deal of pain at that time and to be honest, I am not sure if she ever read it or realized I had given it to her.  But as a tribute to her spirit, I wish to post it here.  She is, as they say, one of the good ones.  I am fortunate to know her.  One additional note, if I may.  Are there any singular people of character you have met along your Life journey?  If this be the case, let them know how special they are.  And do so today for tomorrow is not promised us, yes?

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.

Oft times I do wonder why others do not see what I see.

And oft-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.

I speak only the truth, Jenna.

Remember that always.

William

 

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

 

 

 

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Ode To Mom

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.

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