He is other than my own son the greatest
boy I have ever known.
In him I see a wondrous curiosity mixed in with mischievousness. He is Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn and Leonardo da Vinci all wrapped up in one little boy ! I might add he has put me in mind of a little Napoleon. He dreams of being king of the world someday soon. He says he might have to ban his mother from all of Christendom though. As she doesn't take orders well. We shall see who has the last laugh lol . Time will tell. But is it not from just such imaginings that empires rise, women swoon and dreams can come true? Possessed with the heart of a lion and the soul of a poet!!! I am proud to call him my friend and my Son!
Tate
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OMG I'm crying.. This was beautiful.. Tate, what a wonderful piece. No.. Beautiful.. And him, oh wow. He is one special boy.. It brings memories of my son when he was younger. He is my life, my heart and soul.. When I look upon his face my heart skips a beat. So I can relate to this one so well..
What a beautiful relationship. One only man dreams of. You two will be bonded for ever and a day. Total respect, complete admiration and lots and lots of love equals perfect harmony. Long may it continue, you lucky man, but not as lucky as Drake.
OMG I'm crying.. This was beautiful.. Tate, what a wonderful piece. No.. Beautiful.. And him, oh wow. He is one special boy.. It brings memories of my son when he was younger. He is my life, my heart and soul.. When I look upon his face my heart skips a beat. So I can relate to this one so well..
I can relate Tate, I've no children and have adopted children through past relations lost and kept the children, to heart. My daughter Shanty Delaney, a remind now as an Adult. Is like Janis Joplin with tattoos, and on a third child of her own now.
The stories are similar, drug and alcohol problems with her dad, who was a philospher at heart. Passed from this life now. I can't replace her father, my friend. I don't try to... Shanty loves me, for me. She was always there to give me sunshine when I had the blues, listen to new guitar licks. Sadder stories there I might some day, have the courage to write of, as I have in a song. 'The River'.
So, at what point do we speak of structure, writing... when it is matters of the heart. Children and the joys they bring. The sorrows of losing them. As I have other boys, that grew into adult problems to opt out and almost kill me. We pray for those little boys of wonder as they have but one chance, with the influences granted.
Good and at times, horrible. We do what we must and predicate that small gift to a Fostering, when the situation allow. Accept the gift of their pure love, provide some steerage over those waves... as they grow through the ages passing with us and accept their character. Unconditionally...
This was a difficult review for me to stay objective and not be personally engaged in... a beautiful write, my Poet Brother. Tate Morgan, a man brave enough to care and express it, so succinctly sincere. There for Drake...
everyday felt, with Heart & Soul. In one patch of Gods green earth.
Oh such a tribute to what seems to be such a wondrous child. It does my heart good to see the love of a man for a child. This is an excellent piece for a boy who has by his very existence lit your life Tate with joy !
I salute you for rising to the occasion by bringing up the standards of what it means to be a member of humanity .
May all the worlds love be to you both.
Nana
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