It was the best of times
No need for wanted signs
His mild compassionate ways
Encompassed in his quiet gaze
Always gentle tender warm
No need to stand on a platform
He cared deeply for one and all
His quick wit sharp and clear
Always delivered with cheer
Never with malice, it was genial
And most often quite gleeful
How I loved this young man
With all my heart, my lifespan
Eager for his presence always
For him my heart was ablaze
With love and longing untold
As memories quickly unfold
Gentle. It’s a word we hear to rarely these days. As in “gentle man” … Lovely!
Thank you, Marilyn. It is in fact based on an ode to my son, but also to other “gentle men” as well and the love for those men.