One Father to AnotherA Poem by Tate MorganBehind those eyes then rose a tear the first blood I had ever drew From the depths of his tiny soul where innocence bid me adieuSon Tate Each day my son with thoughtful eyes looked up to me through his laughter Knowing I would be kind and wise from that time and ever after
Once bitten from pain of divorce I had shed teardrops of my own From depths my boy had drug me back he had never left me alone
Then came the moment I had feared when my temper did hurt my son Deep like the pain from my divorce left me to ask, "what have I done"
Behind those eyes there rose a tear the first blood I had ever drew From the depths of his tiny soul where innocence bid me adieu
Fearing grief would hinder his sleep and not knowing what I should say I looked to find him in slumber there beside our picture he lay
Asleep in pain his eyes had closed I felt my heart begin to moan A sole tear lie upon his cheek where I left a few of my own So now whenever I am asked to bless him with my permission I think on what I lost that day when I forced on him submission © 2020 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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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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