One Father to AnotherA Poem by Tate Morgan![]() Behind those eyes then rose a tear the first blood I had ever drew From the depths of his tiny soul where innocence bid me adieu![]() ![]() Son 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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StatsAuthor![]() Tate 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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