A Long-Sought Reacquaintance (What I Might Say, Upon That Glorious Day) Poem by Maurice Harris

'Good morning young lady, I know you do not remember me-
But, I was there the very day that you were born;
I know that we do not share the same memories,
Yet, I think fondly of such-and those I lack, I mourn!
Not a day passes where thoughts are not drawn
Toward you, and your pleasance-this I assure;
I am sure that your curiosity has started to spawn
Many queries toward me-many indeed, that endure!
Fret not, beauteous little Angel in mine own image-
I shall break down the walls that others have built;
Once again, I shall take in the grace of your visage-
We both seek the replenishment of our relation's wilt.
I am your Father, none other may supplant me;
Anything other than our consort's full restore, simply can't be! '

-Maurice Harris,22 August 2010