Mother's Love

Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows?

My Mother Marquita

35 yrs old 

What man fears not mortality

who stands in line to die

To lose the breath we hold so dear

yet for ourselves we cry

The strength of a mighty army

echoes from the boroughs

Combining humanities heart

with love from where it flows

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The quiet heart of the lonely

begs us all take a chair

Come sit at the table of man

break bread with all found there

She feeds the souls each evening

round fires of brotherhood

Bringing like and not together

as each one knew she would

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Where my own is but a lamplight

Illuminating one

Hers the love of a Mothers Heart

burns brilliant as the sun

So precious is the time we share

for whom would you then cry

So sweet the nectar love conceals

don't let life pass you by

Author's Note

Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows? As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

Reviews

[Mark]

My favorite passages:
"What man fears not mortality, who stand in line to die?", and
"Come sit at the table of Man; break bread with all found there."
This is another betrayal of the depth of your heart, Tate. I have
read none deeper, no, not even in the Masters. I am very honored
to have come to know you, through this amazing writing.
I would be glad, strictly for comparison's sake, to see the
original, upon which this was based; might that be possible?

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

beautiful and thank you for sending this to me, debileah

[Tate Morgan]

you are welcome

[K. D. Kromminga]

I think you have enough people singing your praises, much deservedly, so I think I may start reserving comment till I have something constructive to add to the topic, great work as always Tate.

[Priscilla Sayers]

All the love in your soul pours out into each line.... As I take a breath I find that you have soothed my own grief with your own. Just the pure understanding that comes from losing a loved one... It is the emotion BEHIND the words you so brilliantly express. It means so much to those, like me who have experienced this emotion, time, and time again....
Thank you my precious friend.
I am blessed to have ever been given such a person as you to brighten up my life.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Dear. to all of us come times when our own needs wants and cares pale in comparison to the utter devastation wrought upon our neighbors. In times like these we extend our hands to surround the wounded and hold away the pain the slings and arrows. We share our love with their heart. Until they are strong enough to stand alone

[Priscilla Sayers]

You continue to inspire dear Tate. Your friendship is so cherished! XX

[Marie]

What a wonderfu person she must be, and what a wonderful tribute you have written to her.

[Tate Morgan]

She is the best of us the best!

[Tomi]

WOW! Very Heart-warming and kind.. Enjoyed this great poem! thank You :)

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

You have captured truth and the beauty within life itself with this poem. Beauty is found in each moment of life; from birth as well as within its return to start anew. You capture life so wonderfully Tate. It is a talent to write poetry about "stuff", but a true "gift" when they flawlessly walk you through the roads of life. If you ever stop and look upon your writings all in one day, you will travel down and intricate woven tapestry of life. You are amazing Tate.

[That_Girl]

Lovely piece. Well done

[Tate Morgan]

Life is about sharing truly sharing experiences loves pains.We are not a antisocial animal mankind needs the family the clan to come together against the slings and arrows of life.In Michaels case some 600 to 700 people came to the funeral I was beside myself couldnt believe the range his life had touched

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Dear Tate, again an another opportunity to have a human touch and affection from your life poem. My heartfelt wishes and enquiries to your members. With regards.