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Dad's funeral by David W Trapp
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
A poem to my father who recently passed away. I have two published books, one is a book of spiritual poems. This recent poem is not included in that book, but it does give the reader a taste of what those poems are like. The book is called Plates of Gold and Other Spiritual Poems.
Looking out on mountains I adore
As through the sky gently I do soar
Into Phoenix, the city, not the bird
I decide to write my Dad a lasting word
Of thanks, joy and adulation
Hearing all the words of adoration
I realize that as a man was he
The type of man that I wish to be
Realizing though it's far too late
Since one day past is when he met his fate
That if but last wish I could impart
To my dad, my love and my heart
In thankfulness to him so grateful am I
He taught me while young to always try
To treat others with respect and love
and to believe in a God above
By his example I could always know
Fairness to all is what he did always show
He laughed, joked and a funny pun
Would slip from his mouth, off his tongue
His wit was sharp, his mind was too
Now to him I must bid adieu
Those all gathered bring honor to his name
My only wish that I can do the same
So to him this earthly song I sing
Thanks Father for everything.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
