Daddy's Home

Daddy's Home

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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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

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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


                                    

© 2023 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
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

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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.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Soulful, nicely crafted. I like your message very much.

Steppenwolf

Posted 11 Years Ago


Distilling down to the true meaning of why we would suffer anything as long as God gives us the ability to provide for our children. They are what makes everything bad in life worth it. Great poem Tate.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is so beautifully written

Posted 11 Years Ago


Daddy's Home! Two words that make everything right again... make everything worthwhile again... rekindle the flame of hope... chase away the grown up boogeymen! Well done, my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


If more fathers could know in their hearts how important they are in their children's lives, what a better world it would be. The role of parent, is one of the most important in the world and so many become a parent without any forethought at all. I hope more men think as you do!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This very beautiful and heartfelt! You truly have a way with words. Lovely work!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Pax
Nature had blessed my heart with love
so that light would live in my brain
~amazing words that inspires many who read your words my friend mr. Tate...
fatherhood with emotional love embrace your well being becoming healthy...
brilliant work mr. Tate!


Posted 11 Years Ago


captivating. i hope my siblings n i make our pap feel the same at the end of the day :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely beautiful Tate!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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