Mother's LoveA Poem by Tate MorganCan 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 ___________________________
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 _____________________________
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 © 2023 Tate Morgan
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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