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?

"

Kathy and Steve Wellman

Kathy & Steve Wellman


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



© 2018 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 8 Years Ago


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Very beauitful :) raw emotion was running thorugh your words. I like that. Good work

Posted 8 Years Ago


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it is beautiful, Tate!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautiful..!!!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


A beautiful write and very much felt. Lovely poem:))

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is a exquisite tribute. It is full of beautiful memories that are never taken from us. Rather here to remind us that we will meet again. The way you have presented this write makes it even more heartfelt! ~ Jude

Posted 8 Years Ago


What a beautiful tribute.....

Posted 8 Years Ago


Tate this is so touching. Always heard our mother is our best friend ( not in all cases sadly) and since my mother died
I know this to be so true. This is a beautiful and soft poem for a kind and loving lady and Mother.


Chloe

Posted 8 Years Ago


let it be written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


yet for ourselves we cry..was the first line i found special in the stanza.
the second stanza was just beautiful from beginning to end.
a lovely show of gratitude, Tate, and as always your authors note is in a class of it's own. Thankyou.

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's rare to feel these things, when not parental ot indeed maternal in ones self, a well written piece, wel done, good read.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on April 7, 2010
Last Updated on November 14, 2018
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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