The Ties That Bind

The Ties That Bind

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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My son thought it an adventure learning how to build on real scale Who could say they don't love the day when their sons light shone in detail

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My son thought it an adventure

learning how to build in full scale

Who could say they don't love the day

when their boy's light shone in detail

 

We had worked into the evening

my son and I together played

Sharing the trials exchanging smiles

rebuilding the home where we stayed

 

He felt this would be a great test

knowing on him I would depend

I think he knew as I did too

that summer was about to end

 

I drift back in dreams to the day

we both held to our love of clan

The autumn breeze played through the trees

saying my boy was now a man

 





© 2017 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Our house had burned last summer. It was a telling time for sure. But through it all my son stood by me. He and he alone helped me rebuild what we had lost. I realized when he turned down going to the school to meet friends just to help me finish our new deck that he was a man. But as we passed smiles back and forth I also knew I was losing my little boy. It is a great feeling to know you have done well by your child. It is also so sad to realize that the day will soon come that I will have to let go. I can say when a man is a boy all the new days ahead are adventures. But to a father time seems to test your resilience. While everything is exciting to the young who find it new. Life makes us grow when older by learning to let go.

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You've captured a profound moment in time, when a boy becomes a man, and his papa is so proud. It was a tragedy but out of it came pride and ended on a gratifying note.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thank you Paloma Yes it was a precursor to the pain that i would have to let go one day. When that d.. read more
Paloma

4 Years Ago

I don't think we ever fully let go, just give them freedom to fly their own path, my pleasure Tate.
Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thanks Tate is now 20 and in college he is no less the little boy inside than he was then But to the.. read more
thanks for the link Tate ..knowing your story and bond you have with your son makes reading about this tragedy sweeter ... the home burned but you guys grew fonder in its rebuilding .. something nothing can ever take away from you ... i have not suffered the loss of property in such a way but reading about it most always tells the tail of people coming together and triumphing over destruction and loss .. we find that true value of life you so often speak of ..
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

beaming in the glow of a fathers pride ..well done young man! and your son as well .. good stuff! .... read more
Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

I wish I were and it happened at the peak of the housing crash
Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

oh man!!!! those were the best of times ....;) etc. :))) i love you man! so nice to be getting to yo.. read more
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Pax
our house was flooded before it becomes to ashes... a trial i went through just recently and the fact that I'm away helpless and just hoping everyone was fine at that time... well tragedies sparks when your still starting to learn…. After the great flood that almost wash away many lives then there was this neighborhood fire… nothing much was save…just little cloths from here and there… But what I think, the most important is they are safe…things can be replace and a life of an individual is much more important… and I see in this piece that your son learn to be strong as he had seen you work hard to rebuild and trying hard to start over again… his a very fine young boy who thinks with his heart…

a wonderful piece mr. Tate


Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Thank you it wasnt anything you died It was someone else and i thought you were that person again in.. read more
Pax

6 Years Ago

yup i see that... maybe i can advice you to ignore as you let go, and forget as you think about what.. read more
Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Thank you I will avail myself of your advice in the future .
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What a story and what a tribute to your son. You are very lucky that you and he survived that and no one was hurt. I hope your rebuilt house gives you some wonderful memories. Great job. Eileen

Posted 6 Years Ago


You're lucky to have had a sun stay with youduring that time. A lot of boys might just have brushed this off. Your boy took responsibility with you...and I'm sure is on his way to ebeing a fine man.

Posted 7 Years Ago


THIS IS AMAZING...
I'M SO SORRY...
THIS HAPPENED AND...
YOU GUYS PROVED...
TO STICK TOGETHER...
IN TRYING TIMES...

Posted 7 Years Ago


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A well expressed heartfelt piece of loss, hope ,and enduring love!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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AK
Wonderful piece of poetry. Clearly heartfelt.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is heartfelt! I totally agree with you because my oldest daughter just went to college and words could not express how I feel without her around the house. She is my best-friend and confident and I miss her so much.

Posted 8 Years Ago


The picture and poem were moving and your authors note was amazing. Thankyou.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan

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