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Commentary on Haiku 8.13

I’ve had a busy few weeks. It was at the beginning of this month. On the Monday after I got my poetry book reformatted and published by CreateSpace and Kindle. I got an email from my daughter, who works in Cincinnati, that she would be flying out for business meetings and hoped we could meet for dinner on Wednesday night.

Sure thing. Short notice. So what; I’d move a mountain to meet her for dinner. I’ve missed her very much. She was moving to Cincinnati while I was moving to Phoenix. We both had that and big things going on.

I drove to her hotel near the airport to pick her up. I told her I didn’t understand why she still looked twenty and I’m the only one who has appeared to have aged.

When she smiled, I still saw my little girl. Great joy.

We drove a few blocks away to have excellent Chinese food at a restaurant in the COFCO Chinese Cultural Center. We talked and got caught up.

In the course of our conversation, I knew I had to ask her to forgive me. Hence, I know what it is like to soar like an eagle. Something magical takes place when you are reconciled with your children. A weight is lifted that you may not know is there.

Forgiveness restores honor.

I thank God that we got to talk. It was worth the wait. We both know that life eternal is ahead. Her family is sweet; we’ll catch up some more soon.

No pressure or false expectations here. The fact that we connected doesn’t mean major changes. I don’t expect a major increase in text messages, emails, or calls. It is not practical that we will see each other often. Distance, jobs, obligations, stuff. That is okay. I am proud of her and respect her. She is a great mom, wife, and busy corporate manager.

Why no false expectations? My sweetheart blessed me more than all of those things. I’m forgiven. Honor was restored. We are together forever now; I am her father and she is my sweet daughter forevermore. We’ll be in contact and get together. It will come.

I thank God for his faithfulness. After reading this, if you think you’ve hurt someone you love, you know what you have to do. Then you will soar like an eagle too.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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