My Beloved Wife

My Beloved Wife

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

So like am I a grain of sand I compare my lifes own worth To all who were my ancestors sharing roots of each others birth

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Rebecca and I


I am the little leaf falling

feeling but half my worth

No more to wave in the breeze

to heaven from this earth

 

I alone do think I dream

of the love I wish to live

I myself do think I want

much more than I can give

 

She sees in me what I cannot

making fast my hope and stare

She holds this heart with tenderness

her love lay everywhere

 

So like am I a grain of sand

I compare my lifes own worth

To all who were my ancestors

sharing the roots of each ones birth

 

As autumn falls upon my world

should the birds no longer sing

Will there be nothing left to give

but a prayer upon a wing




"Love you Mamma and Papa"

© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Whenever I think the best is all behind me I look to my blessings. There I see the joys of my wife and granddaughter and the hope they embody therein. Though there may be fewer days ahead than behind. It is quite evident they will be every bit as beautiful.

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Thank you for the beautiful poem and photos.
"So like am I a grain of sand
I compare my lifes own worth
To all who were my ancestors
sharing roots of each others birth"
We are part of our ancestors and their faces and thoughts become our dreams and hope also. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote a gentleman of true worth.



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This is beautiful Tate. You have covered so much in this little beauty. The wonders of poetry! If I could express my appreciation of this poem, as well as you wrote the poem, I'd be happier than I am right now!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Awe my wife liked it she came home upset over work But read it and smiled .By the time she went to b.. read more
There are two things in life that are most important, our "roots" (family), and the person we choose to walk side by side with in this world (our mate). Nothing else is really of immense importance, and nothing else should effect our hearts as much as these two things.

You have captured the essence of embracing your past and your future at the same time. The way that you describe your "beloved wife" is so beautiful, because that is what a relationship should be; seeing something in a person that they cannot see in themself.

Well written and well crafted. Another great one, my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Oh Sarah Thank you
You write with calm assurance Tate. I don't feel your writes reaching or longing as much as they tend to own the space they are written in.
Maturity of the emotional centers drives a poem like this.
My favorite line was, "Her love lay everywhere".
All we have to do is stop, open ourselves to discovery and see the love around us...
A fine addition to your body of work. Thank you for sharing this thought.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you David
These words "She sees in me what I cannot" show such feeling and emotion. It is quite a blessing to have one who sees the best within you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Well I am fortunate to have someone who sees the good in me and wont let me see anything else
A beautiful expression of love I feel awakening within my own heart. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Brandon you and I share a feeling that there is a bigger purpose to life I think. I thank you As a m.. read more
This is such a tender write sir. i feel that the way you feel and see your wife mirrors the way she feel and see you. Both of you are so blessed to have each other. and i am so glad to see a man, who is so very vocal of his love for his wife.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you.It such an easy thing to do if a man is happy. Yet for a woman it means everything
Beautiful words Tate and loved the video too..and of course i liked the photo of you and Rebecca and your grand-daughter. And I can tell you are a very giving person...Im sure you give everyday...thats why you are blessed with an amazing family...Rose

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you Rose
yes, the days left will be counted , every second, every minute will be filled with God's gifts that we never took the time to notice before when the path had no end in sight. I think it is our duty to open the eyes of our grandchildren early to appreciate all that is good and beautiful in the world.A lovely poem for your dear wife Tate..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you Stella. Lets hope that if their are fewer ahead than behind that they at least are as good.. read more
Stella Armour

11 Years Ago

every new day is a small miracle Tate....
So amazing to see a man pen his heart out onto paper. Your Rebecca is one loved woman. My husband is no poet, he pours his heart out to me with his hands. He carves beautiful bowls out of old discarded wood. I have bowls everywhere! Beautiful, Tate!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Awe that's so sweet. Speaking for the men we do what we can. However We always pale in comparison to.. read more
what a great poem sir....absolutely stunning

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank You balkaran

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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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