His play he would be forsaking facing the darkness we all fear Soul aching tiny heart breaking oh how he wished that I were near
The matriarch of his small clan was ill and finally dying It was his plan to act the man while inside his heart was crying
I had finished my latest book which I dedicated to Drake The Ties That Bind werenβt so kind as I heard his little heart break
I sent him the book to peruse in the hopes that it would cheer him To ease the blues and heal his bruise though the diagnosis was grim
He took her my book with the note opened it to the beginning Where he read the quote, I had wrote his face all aglow and grinning
In the end what could any say to this child who loves his small clan Love whispered stay, don't run away to this boy forced to be a man
Tate Original poem and music http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/701419/
Little Drakes grandmother passed away a week later and he was extremely upset. If I could do anything for him I would. He has taken it as well as any man would. But times like these we don't want him to have to be a man. We want him to live out his childhood as a boy. I can tell you the tears of a child can break the heart of any man! This was the dedication I wrote in the front of my newest book The Ties That Bind I dedicate this book to Drake Cooper A young boy of unique talent and intellect. In him I see the great handy work of the Almighty. His was the heart that once reached out to mine. When I was most alone. I will always be grateful. He bought me my first poetry album. Then inspired me to fill it with my writing. Possessed with the heart of a lion and soul of a poet. Meeting him was one of the greatest gifts I ever received. He will always be loved by me. Tate