End of Days, For my father "Eddie Morgan Jr"

I am my father’s son after all. To my father I raise a glass and say "Goodnight Dad thank you for my life"

My Father Eddie Morgan Jr and I.

My father died 6/15/15

Both the tears that live in sorrows

along with those born from pain

Echo through the lost tomorrows

that will never come again

 

For I had closed my heart away

as to hide behind a door

So the longing I'd kept at bay

would trouble my soul no more

With the storms brought by the spring

came the April winds sublime

The children's happy feet now sing

pitter-patter keeping time

 

I kept the promise to my heart

burning love has kept me warm

I readied for the end in part

with my back turned toward the storm

 

The sun did set upon his chest

as lost, love cried out in me

"Give him life or give him rest"

was the sound of my hearts plea

 

Author's Note

The night comes when there are fewer days ahead than behind. On that night you realize the folly of your misspent youth was really the joy of your life's adventure. To that I raise a glass and say "Hell Yeah he really lived! Goodnight Dad

See my works at www.writerscafe.org/aristate

Reviews

[Mira ThePoetess]

oh Tate that sure is one of the best poems I've read as I love the song as well. Your words as usual penetrate the soul. Life is a journey, and we all may go astray, wandering in roads never taken before, or roads that were taken by others yet they seem so unfamiliar as we don't learn from others' experience all the time .... Lost hopes, sorrows and tears moan inside your heart only to awaken some hunger for a ray of light that would sure give you the rebirth feeling. No matter how long we try to hide from love, it sure finds a way to us, without asking for our permission. The wind, the sun, the spring and the storm ... all those words are only an excellent choice for the flow of your feelings that was easily sensed all along your poem ..... sorry it was too long but it sure hit me hard that one. Loved the photo toooo :D

Mira

[Mira ThePoetess]

I will sure vote for this one as all the rest can't even stand the level of comparison ... you got my vote

[Tate Morgan]

How endearing to read such a devout write on a subject we both share thank you

[Mira ThePoetess]

No need to thank me, what touches the heart is what is based upon sincerity and truthfulness. Excellent ink ...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I've not been well...
so excuse my absence...
the story of this verse...
as with your style and others...
I've read in the past and into the future...
give another delicate touch of expression...

[Tate Morgan]

Im sorry to hear that Glen may you get better that is what is important

[Brittany Zedalis]

This piece is amazing. Wonderful job!!!! :]

[Tate Morgan]

thanks brit this one wrote itself as if a dream

[wordman]

a profound write tate makes you wonder,great music

[Tate Morgan]

thank you wordman I let this one write itself and looked after to see what had become of it

[Scott Metro]

Very, very nice write Tate...it's nothing without love..stark...dark..
You expressed and explained all this well...
Kudos.
Scott

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks scott I am getting deeper and deeper into the woods of life Soon Ill never return

[Scott Metro]

My pleasure

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Tate Morgan]

thanks Amos it is a thought on mortality My own and the judgment I will attach to myself for whom and what ive bled

[A. Amos]

I felt that and you're most welcome

[WE]

Every time I read your poems I walk away with a great feeling running through me

[Tate Morgan]

thank you I like sharing them and sweet the taste to know others do too