Foundations

So each man will look back in time taking stock in the life he led To find if he is left wanting and for who and what he has bled

Heir to the dreams of this fathers heart,Tatertot.

Man can work sunrise to sunset

and thereby finding none of joy

Look far to the past for comfort

to the days when he was a boy

 

The pleasures come in kind smiles

confirming both field and station

Building along the path of life

friendships that speak to foundation

 

A native son of the Midwest

my life and soul are both free

What I wish to share with my child

is that sweet gift once given me

 

So each man will look back in time

taking stock of the life he led

To find if he is left wanting

and for who and what he has bled

 

Those times I see in my own child

of any things he missed there’s none

Creating dreams he’ll long cherish

watching him grow in Midwest sun

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Author's Note

I often wish if only all children could be so blessed. To be shined on by providence. Born a native son to the Midwest.

Reviews

[SusanB]

Love it Tate, it makes me think as a parent that how we impact our children, that becomes their memories, things they remember for a life time and refer back to at times. Makes me want to make sure that I create the right kind of memories so when recalled, it brings peace and comfort for years to come.

[Abdul Aziz]

You've often explored these themes, from what I've read of you. The difference this time is that you describe your own childhood, and proceed to give an analogy with your son's. I believe that is what makes this poem stand on its own feet. This is a beautiful write, one that I believe can only come from the heart of a caring parent. Great job.

[Havatara]

Yay Midwest! I'm a Minnesota girl, born and raised, but my parents are both from the Midwest. Anyway, it's a good poem with a nice flow. I don't think I have to tell you to keep writing, because I know you will!

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Tate,

Once again a heart-felt gesture. Your passion is pure. It spills over in this poem.

Greatly enjoyed, my friend.

Very best regards,

Rick

[emmajoy]

If a parent can give a child the true love of life and what it means, both living it and thriving in his dreams, that boy or girl has everything. Liberty without appreciation and a spirit without laughter means living in a shadow.

Your poem is beautiful .. I don't doubt your son will grow into a super young man, unique, confident and gently proud of his ancestry.

[Pax Analog]

Steady as she goes, mate, on that ship of paternity. The best thing for a boy is firm friendly simplicity, the stable embrace that best supports his adventure of discovery, inner and outer.

Your poem emanates that clarity, and that's a great underrated attribute.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You have a way of introspecting while writing..and hence on the way giving us light too...:)

[Ebb and Flow]

As always, Tate, a pleasure to read.

Krys

[Jeff Bresee]

peaceful...and good as always

[Shalini Dinesh]

A very loving poem, most of your poems that i've read shows how much you love your children, and this is no exception... Thanks for entering the contest...