The Shirt

Scout and I 

I wish to find in my own heart

on each cold and blustery day

Selfless meanderings of love

for those who helped me on my way

 

They walked with me most of my life

watered my soul to grow loves seed

Bore my pains within their own breasts

through the times of my deepest need

 

Count yourself a fortunate prince

to be able to name just one

For whom your welfare is indeed

a concern that is never done

They are to me like my old shirt

that I wear with great dignity

reminding me of my own worth

and hope for all humanity

 

Author's Note

I consider myself fortunate to have had a few good friends. I can count on one hand their number. This poem is meant for one in particular. Without whom I would not have made it to write this. Thank you Robyn! She gave me a certain Banana Republic shirt that I treasure. So count yourself a fortunate princess Robyn. Be assured I am one for whom your welfare will never be done. Being so scarce great friends are considered precious. The miracle many wish for is not in a life we missed. It lies within the life we have. And so friends give us the feeling that we are loved as much or more than we love others. Those few memories unlike most are the only ones we recall in color not black and white. This because they are associated with the colorful shirt that painted the brush strokes of our lives together and times apart.

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

Oh, I love this. I am also someone who cherishes my friends. Grateful in so many ways, knowing how special and rare they really are. Every time that they are there for me and I for them, every time we laugh or cry and talk for hours. Friends are priceless treasures. Wonderfully written poem, Tate. And I love the title. It suits this piece incredibly well.

[Einstein Noodle]

ooo i like this one a lot ...it rings with truth sir! reading "The Shirt" moves me to sound my own roll call ..not only of those precious few but many who came and went leaving much more than taking ... all angels along my own path ... nice to think perhaps i too was one in such a way .. beautiful poem of friendship and the important things in life ..great pic too! the exuberance of youth on a Fall day ... appropriately timed too ...leaves are certainly coming down in earnest now ;)
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I guess These are the memories that hone the character that I call my own

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Friendships, whether lost or close, remain a constant in our lives, we wish to remember always. They make us who we are, as well as our family......

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you You are right I treasure those who shared my childhood

[melissa]

This is another amazing poem tate thank you for sharing your poems keep up the great work and keep them coming

[Frieda P]

Old comfortable shirts, like old friends, great analogy or simile, I can never get those straight, either way, you know what I mean....great read Tate!

[Tate Morgan]

thanks dear

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, we wear our real friends with dignity. But I have found that I also receive a lot from casual conversations with strangers. It is as if the Great Universal Voice speaks through all. I enjoyed your well constructed poem.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much.

[Rogue]

Wonderful sentiment in this. I do truly love and cherish my old and dear friends. My love for them very deep. Occasionally one may purposely step on my toes and force me to "wallflower" status for awhile. After some good grumbling and a few tears, toes heal and the argument fades in the face of all that has passed between us over time.

Lovely write, Tate and I enjoyed the Authors note as well. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks dear I poured a new sidewalk and spent the day playing with Becky going everywhere.So different from my first wife we did nothing together

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the really true friends won't leave you to have to find new ones...they will stick with you no matter what.

really good write tempered with true emotion and "truth"--

sometimes i know i feel i overwhelm my friends when i go through crises..and my hope is not to lose them...but thank God, most withstand..and stand firm.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Jacob

[Robbie~xoxo~]

An endearing write!... I like to think that we can have something just as enduring, worn with dignity and pride... Well penned, from the heart.~xo~

[Tate Morgan]

You and Pricilla are the jewels in my crown of thorns here. Thank you.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

awww Thank you for being you, Tater Tot.~xo~:)

[junaid altaf]

what a chuckle of mischief!
how beautiful is someone's belief
the more we consume life
the more a smile, purer than purity is needed
you have put the emotion to justice
very beautifully weaved

[Brother Rooster]

Great message. Great resonance. Great flow. Amzing poem.
Tate, well done!