The Blade

The Blade

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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I know someday he'll cut himself as boys always seem to do Mixing his blood, with tears and mud to each owner it ever knew

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Drake and I. Father son night at school.



My grandfather was a marine

who made us think he could spit nails

Forged in the war, baked to the core

a man honed from his life’s travails


From him came my own father

whom then worked sun up to sunset

Driving horses, on race courses

of a life I'll never forget

 

My grandfather had owned a knife

where it came from I'll never know

Held by this man, whose own life span

had never bent nor been laid low


He passed that knife to my father

who in turn then gave it to me

And through our blood, the dirt and mud

it had bound itself to all three

 

I met Drake when he was seven

a troubled, angry, lonesome, child

This wondrous brain, who hid his pain

in a heart that was brash and wild


He'd touched my soul in such a way

I couldn't help but feel his pain

So unafraid, I gave that blade

forging a link to my own chain

 

I know someday he'll cut himself

as boys always seem to do

Mixing his blood, in tears and mud

to each owner it ever knew


I wish I could have been Drake's dad

so sad that I wasn't the one

I hoped he'd see, this gift from me

was meant from a father to son


© 2021 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Drake and I have had a bond that was as strong as any father and child. I passed my knife onto Drake because he would appreciate it. I had hoped whenever he held it he would think of the bond between us.

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This moving piece reminds me of just how profound an impact we have on the lives of one another; truly there is no measure sufficient to judge how a small and simple gesture can and does change the very fabric of people. Something which may seem a kind and moving gesture, may in the end, turn out to change the very course of a persons life. That simple act can grow exponentially and reach far beyond our wildest imaginings. Even our highest hopes for someone could easily be surpassed by the actual good, in the end created by a simple, thoughtful act of kindness. Those that came before us blazed the trail and made the way clearer for all those to come afterwards. I doubt your grandfather could have imagined how his legacy touched the life of someone he would never know.

""Every boy that has a father missing from his life, has a hole inside his soul the size and shape of his father. The mother can raise a good citizen, an educated man with good ethics and values, but he will always have that hole inside his soul; the size and shape of his father."
~Oprah~

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you Veronica.It didn't go unnoticed by me that Oprah agrees with Mark Ric and I. Happiness is .. read more


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You are a very traditional and family oriented person, who loves unconditionally. Your sons-Tate and Drake- are blessed to have you as a role model.
~pat

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much
Splendid read and write. Love the story you weaved so well, I was entranced.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you You seem to be a very nice man
Brandon S. Whitten

11 Years Ago

Too gentle to live among wolves
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

yeah i know that feeling
When a man is born he comes with instructions, a code of triggers dormant in his head,little keys to start the resting matter, the locks in-front of the short cuts,Scan a woman's brain lights are on everywhere, Scan a mans, his is dark with a nightlight glow waiting for some kindling, Tate's Blade is just such Kindling.This need is deep,deeper then a want of a Mac, this yearning comes from a bond of souls, Step on a snake see how high you jump. Who taught you that ? Alive? hear the pump shotgun slide ,now scan his brain pin points of life everywhere, Don't ask how high I am already in the air.Mogli's fang in my hand.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thanks Lee
lee von cleef

11 Years Ago

Casey would like your "Catch Colt" (The one that came with the mare)
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

lol
This was an amazing read. I love the chronological order of events, and the significance behind them.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you
Way cool how did you get pics and music on this one? I am new so I know nothing of the tweaks on this site lol. Anyhow damn good poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you
That's beautiful man

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you
A remarkable poem that clearly showed the deep and inner meanings in the words! Fantastic work!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you
Tradition, it is the bond that holds us, that passes from one generation to the next. It binds us like none other. Future family will look back and say I remember when and share those stories to the next. It is how we live on. That is what makes us human and also loved. You have share and found love over and over in your life. But the importance is that you didn't just hold the love but you shared the love so it could grow. A beautiful and toughing piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

lena you are a jewel
Lena M. P.

11 Years Ago

Sorry that was supposed to be touching not toughing. LOL Thanks Tate. By the way I love the drawi.. read more

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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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