On mornings hence I'll forget to forgive this callous blow That left me broken on the field where angels hearts don't go ________
As to the scar left there upon I'll hide it best I can For fear they might see my pain and think me not a man _______
When in future I'll be asked to say this was my fault Why open this tender heart within to the unending pain of assault _______
As future bears witness of my life and deeds inscribe Descendants will think me as kind for the life I try to describe _______
In life I took much less than gave I walked the good heart line Carried the hopes of the small held theirs as they held mine _______
But to God, I say through it all I was true to his design Gave my heart in earnest love for a life, sweet, gentle and divine
Tate Original poem with music and self portrait http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/446689/
What can be said of the broken heart that hasn't touched most? I was much too old to be having my first and only heart break. It struck me like a thunderclap . Knocked the wind from me and set me off my heels. I was a long time injured. And to a depth yet unknown to me. This is the first poem I ever wrote! Written at the age of 47, 2008. Luckily I went on survived to love and marry again!