Love ChildA Poem by Tate MorganIn her I saw myself one day a cold spirit needing tending And in her face I saw the way to happiness she was rending
I crossed over a young girl's path who had stooped and bent for hours There she escaped to love from wrath while she tended to her flowers
In her I saw myself one day a cold spirit needing tending While in her face I saw the way to happiness she was rending
Simple things of a little girl who swayed in the breeze that came through Tousled curls all wrapped in a swirl crowned top a smile that the wind blew
So take the gifts that you have earned then turn out surcease from despair To reap the pearls others have learned echoing childhood calls "be fair" With pride deposed and passions slain we hope, aspire and then on trust Beneath vaulted skies we attain to master life before we're dust
© 2021 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2010Last Updated on September 18, 2021 AuthorTate 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.. |



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