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Not at all too playful. : Not at all too playful.  Although I was adopted (and two of my three paternal cousins considered me "fake," until the evidence of our grandmother's youthful indiscretion proved that they were no more blood-related to him than I was), he loved me fiercely.  I regret that I was far too young to get to know him well before his passing.  He was a huge man, I thought him a giant.  Althouh I did not get along well with my father during my youth, I came to admire him---a road surveyor, and, later, a traffic control technician.  During my high school summers, I worked on one of the County's two surveying crews, and, daily, I worked with people who had worked with him or who he had trained.  They told me he was an absolute artist with the transit, turning angles and taking elevations himself rather than delegating it; and he turned angles once, and only once, unlike my supervisor during those summers.  The beltway around our municipal area, one of our state's largest cities, was built largely of existing roads that did not connect; and he performed the survey of the centerline and shoulders, every hundred feet at the end of that chain, by which the belt was interconnected.  That road runs near my home, and I feel safer on that road than on any other.  (I also got to help survey some of the small rural bridges, over creeks, culverts, and ditches, that had been built under my grandfather's supervision.)    Sorry for the verbosity; I love to boast about my father and grandfather.  Your poem very effectively brought them to my immediate thoughts tonight, and I enjoyed reminiscing.  I hope your poem also reminds those who may be inconsiderate, as I was, toward their fathers---time is limited, do not waste it on grudges or disagreements.  My father and I reconciled dramatically after I nearly died from congestive heart failure, and six months before his own death.  Six months only.  Not nearly enough time, and the fault was mine.    

Thank you.  Your comment is: Thank you.  Your comment is an excellent testimony is in, I gladly admit, far better than the poem on which you have commented.  The poem was also flawed due to the unintentional omission of one line, for which I apologize, and I have restored the line.

What very wise words!: What very wise words!

the karmic hope of every journey: The journey is everything. The destination – is but a stepping stone. The key, is to remember the hurt… in the hope that we do not repeat it, on the next journey.      

This poem contains some very: This poem contains some very wise statements.

always recuuring themes: always recuuring themes

Thank you so very much for: Thank you so very much for that reply, and for those very complimentary words.  I am overwhelmed by the kindness of them.  Thanks for making my day brighter.