Mother's Love

Mother's Love

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows?

"

My mother Marqita


My Mother Marquita

35 yrs old 


What man fears not mortality

who stands in line to die

To lose the breath we hold so dear

yet for ourselves we cry

The strength of a mighty army

echoes from the boroughs

Combining humanities heart

with love from where it flows

___________________________

 

The quiet heart of the lonely

begs us all take a chair

Come sit at the table of man

break bread with all found there

She feeds the souls each evening

round fires of brotherhood

Bringing like and not together

as each one knew she would

_____________________________

 

Where my own is but a lamplight

Illuminating one

Hers the love of a Mothers Heart

burns brilliant as the sun

So precious is the time we share

for whom would you then cry

So sweet the nectar love conceals

don't let life pass you by



© 2023 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows? As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

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My favorite passages:
"What man fears not mortality, who stand in line to die?", and
"Come sit at the table of Man; break bread with all found there."
This is another betrayal of the depth of your heart, Tate. I have
read none deeper, no, not even in the Masters. I am very honored
to have come to know you, through this amazing writing.
I would be glad, strictly for comparison's sake, to see the
original, upon which this was based; might that be possible?

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Beautiful, love this. Good write!

- S.T.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Just absoulutly wonderfull. That was great!

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love this poem well written, just beautiful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very very nice.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful poem, the last line was my favourite. All your poems are great pieces of art

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

again your work has me speechless,so I'll just read it again...Nice work my friend
d:?)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hers the love of Mothers Heart
burns brilliant as the sun

Beautiful poetry with a wonderful message on mother's love that is limitless. Thanks for sharing :)



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice, well done. I only wonder why you usual use this kind of pictures of the lady. But at all it is nice. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 7, 2010
Last Updated on July 3, 2023
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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