Sep 20, 2015 Justin Thompson MemorialThis was the poem that I had wrote in 1999, that my brother liked the most of all of my poetry. My father asked that this be put on my brother's funeral program, when he was buried in January of 2002.
Walking through the desert Be it forty days, or forty years... I hear gentle whispers from the Spirit Guiding my emotions to tears As it turns out Consequences manifest my deepest fears It does me no good to scream and shout The rally cry that I once knew Sounds to others as only a mere pout So I shout until my face is blue The whole time knowing that Soon my days would be through My only plea then, was for just one friend One who understands Who knows my needs And feels my pains A friend that no matter what Will stroll along by my side No matter where I go With the twinkle of an eye And a sound of a horn My tired and weary soul, is no longer torn All that time in what seemed like forty years I realized with one last breath How much He really cares Ryan Thompson date January 1999
Sep 20, 2015 Justin Thompson MemorialMy brother Justin Jared Thompson was born on January 13th 1986, and ended his own life on January 22nd 2002 I will always treasure our time together.