Daddy's Home

My daughter Aris and I

When I was young and dreams abound

no limit to virility

My hopes and dreams had left a sound

of silent, calm, nobility

Nature had blessed my heart with love

so that light would live in my brain

And in that place that I called home

the flicker of love would remain

 

My days were pained with great laments

work and bills had beaten me down

I wondered why God let this be

the truth of life in my small town

 

I asked that question of my God

"send me a sign, that I might see"

As little feet echoed the street

cries of "Daddy's Home!" answered me

 

Tatertot and I

                                    

Author's Note

When we are young our own hopes and dreams are the only thing on our minds. Then comes the day when you realize how short and how sweet life truly is. When your child looks at you as a man and smiles with that innocent cried unwavering admiration for what you take for granted. The ability to put a roof over their heads and a song in their heart. I was thinking of my little friend Drake Cooper today. He use to run down the hall screaming "Tates here"!.Then jump in my arms. It reminded me of my own boy when he was that little. And so endeared him to my heart.

For all the fathers whose unsung dreams were just to be a part of their childs life.
Tate

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Such an emotional write, Tate, I almost teared up - (but don't tell anyone!). Those last two lines really hit home. It's been a long time since my children were that small and dependent on me, but those memories never fade. The best times of our lives.

[carol burgess romance]

To discover what is truly important in our lives...our children....great write

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Carol nice to see you today i am not back into writing yet i am doing many things in my own life But Ill think of something and get back to it soon .Thank you

[Acucena G.]

wow, its just beautiful and sweet . I love the poem

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you My children have been so much fun for me

[therisa]

How I wish my dad was still around, to see his daughter, blossoming before him. For I was, the last person that he spoke to, before his deadly heart attack, Friday, November 13, 1998. He never knew that the truth about my gender. Although, I suspect he knew that I was never comfortable as a male.

[Tate Morgan]

fathers are a great source of joy as are children . As they tie you to your ancestors going back to antiquity .ou take them into the future granting immortality

[therisa]

Alas, the line ends with my passing, as I have can't have children of my own.

[Tate Morgan]

Love doesnt end and knowledge passed on doesnt either

[therisa]

True, but adoption is a very iffy business for a transperson, to get approval, as it is legal to discriminate against me, in Canada. Have several cousins, who are adopted that they are treated, just like everyone else is, with lots of love.

[Tate Morgan]

it will work out we are all getting better i hope

[therisa]

Time will tell, Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

yes it will

[Rita L. Sev]

Your poem has me thinking of my father, my hero in all the important ways. God (or the Universe, or whatever...) sends us those signs when we need them the most. This is truly beautiful.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you So glad it made you remember him happiness is the glue of a good life

[Robert James Parfett]

As a father this certainly hit home. My two drive me round the bend at times, but they are everything. Your poems really have an emotional quality I've not experienced before. Great

[Tate Morgan]

robert thank you yes if there is a consistency in them it is the emotion

[SyberRose]

I really loved this and all the photos I have seen of your family...Very touching and so true...children are a gift...mine are grown and I miss those days...they grow up so fast.
SyberRose

[minisla]

Experienced the same thing but to see it put together so well.

[Singing Bird]

Thank you for the last line of the poem and the authors note, as the fathers of quite a few children couldn't give a damn much less a brass razoo about their care on any level.
The poem was a lovely uplifting read about transition on all sorts of growth levels. It also tells me a lot about how and where your nurturing heart space is with your children and your caring of others too. Beautiful.

[Tate Morgan]

How very kind of you .If you continue to read my works you will find a man who values friends and family above all except for my children they reign supreme in my life!

[Singing Bird]

Made me crack up cos of course they should!

[Veronica Chandler]

You have such a deep body of work at the Cafe' that I may not have found it without the Read Request and I am ever so grateful to read and review your works of art in words.
This is such a heart warming and moving piece you have penned here; I waxed misty eyed once again at the tender and soothing train of thought which seemed to motivate this wonderful write.

[Michael G. Smith]

Made me remember my son when he was little and how much he depended on me. This is what good poetry does stir feelings as your poetry always does. If you have a chance read my Chalk Rainbows it has similiars feelings.