Say Goodbye

 

Three months is all we have left

My heart cries out thinking how you’ll be missed

Your girls so young and innocent

Their lives stretch out before them

While your life comes to an end

How will they say goodbye?

 

You’re his most cherished treasure

His partner, his loving wife

What was meant to be forever

Turned out to be ten years

But he must be strong for you and the girls

How will he say goodbye?

 

Family gathers to share your final days

The memories left to be made a precious few

We will remain here to support and comfort

The family you leave behind

How will we do it as we say goodbye?

 

Please God give us more time

For we are not quite ready to

SAY GOODBYE

Reviews

[Alicia™]

This is a really great poem... Thanks for writing it!

[cquig]

Such a moving poem. Thanks for sharing it with all of us.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh so touching may i help in some way with these?


Bridge Of Dreams
A Poem by Tate Morgan

Coming to us no more but in dreams.
Those who passed on going their ways.
While we who love them stay behind.
To face a lifetime of empty days.
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While in those dreams they cross the bridge.
Spanning breadth of time and space.
There we meet again with them.
To touch a well worn beloved face.
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Hearkened to by the call of St Peter.
They can only stay a short while.
But nothing better for the soul.
Than to walk and talk a mile.
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We the heirs of their precious dreams.
Go forth to face the human race.
Being all they ever hoped we would.
Sharing with them this living grace.
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Skipping along meter by meter.
We dance to life's endless tune.
Singing and chanting around the fire.
Beneath the gaze of the Harvest Moon.
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Passing the dreams of this generation.
Onto the next souls in our line.
We carry with us their undying love.
For a life sweet,gentle and divine!
Tate


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The Chain Of Life
A Poem by Tate Morgan
I see myself as a link in a chain.

I see myself as a link in the unbroken chain of life. Reaching back to antiquity. Life has survived billions of years. And not a one in my line lost their life before passing their secrets on. I am the result of them. The answer they sought to the meaning of life. I embody their hopes and dreams. I am to them the hope they spoke of. In my child I see the same thing for me. He is the sun. He is the moon. The hope of the world to me. He answers my questions about life. I try to answer his. But to each of us children are the inherent treasures they give. They in turn represent our hopes and dreams. We tie them to their ancestors. While they tie us to eternity. As a father I realized early to watch where my shadow cast, As he is always watching me. Passing the dreams from this generation,to the next souls in our line, We carry with us their undying love for a life sweet gentle and divine.
Tate