My Sons KeeperA Poem by Tate MorganMy son how I love him.
I am my life's sole keeper in the garden of my dreams Within it dwell the great hopes along with all my schemes
Why for me only the hard way has taught my mind since youth Does it seem could be no other than a fact and cold hard truth
I chose the road that I tread from my bold disdaining action I would never listen to another except to my own satisfaction
Lucky that he knows me not for my sadness hides regret As they who think to know me know less the nearer they get
My son how I do love him touching most his dreams within But all I want for his heart is to not go where I've been
© 2013 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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