Foundations

So each man will look back in time taking stock in the life he led To find if he is left wanting and for who and what he has bled

Heir to the dreams of this fathers heart,Tatertot.

Man can work sunrise to sunset

and thereby finding none of joy

Look far to the past for comfort

to the days when he was a boy

 

The pleasures come in kind smiles

confirming both field and station

Building along the path of life

friendships that speak to foundation

 

A native son of the Midwest

my life and soul are both free

What I wish to share with my child

is that sweet gift once given me

 

So each man will look back in time

taking stock of the life he led

To find if he is left wanting

and for who and what he has bled

 

Those times I see in my own child

of any things he missed there’s none

Creating dreams he’ll long cherish

watching him grow in Midwest sun

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Author's Note

I often wish if only all children could be so blessed. To be shined on by providence. Born a native son to the Midwest.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

we had it made didn't we Tate! our generation (i fear) was the last to find the innocence shared in our growing up ... when stealing apples from a neighbors tree was a worse of crimes ... sneaking a smoke behind the barn or a beer out in the thicket ... golden times when guys settled things after school with fists and that was that..when it ended (usually less than 5 min.) it was over and we all walked away friends ... how i also wish those kinds of memories for my grandchildren now ..thank the good Lord my children made it to adulthood and are contributing to life ... but they have their own memories i am not privy to ;) wonderful poem as always...full of wisdom, rhyme and rhythm!
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Gene. Yes how true every word every word. Life had both value and meaning. We are a product of where we came from. I wad proud to be American then not so much now

[Einstein Noodle]

sadly ...i know :( our days now are tumultuous to say the least ..but i think we will work it out ... its just difficult to accept the changing scenes ... and kind of scary too ... love ya bro! ;)

[Color Me Gone]

"Heir to all my hopes and dreams. My son Tate".

A beautiful child, gifted with the love of a father clearly acknowledging the gift of a son. Leave him room for his own hopes and dreams as well as yours; he will be doubly blessed.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Great write about your relationship with your son...Fathers need to take the time for their children..Sunflower/Sara

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work.

[E. A. Fielder]

This makes me think of all of the people out there that work themselves so much that they have no time for anything anymore. You on the other hand work harm but yet you still have time for your family and you want your some to have the best out of life! Great piece Tate! Keep Writing!

[Maria F. Rojas]

great writing & touchy.

[Jennifer Pennington]

Breath taking

[Cassandra D.]

Wonderful poem, just like you many others.
Thank you so much for sharing this piece.

[Mo'Kha]

I love this piece, it made me long for more innocent days.
~M

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

This is a fun, yet sad piece. It speaks to the heart of every person, young or old.