Poetry on forgiveness

ACHING SOUL In a time long ago when bell bottoms swung freely across the top of shoes...I was loved. No price to pay, no strings attached, no care in the world; rich in all the things that really mattered plus knowing I was daddy's little girl. Oops Oops not my biological daddy but the only one that ever truly loved me. Daddy was in all my memories of happiness, daddy was always there. Where …

…and love for me I was blessed with another chance to do it one more time. Being a wife, to bare a child and to have a husband who pay bills.A chance to have a love all my own, unconditional love anda deserving love. My heart is alive now, I trust it's keeper. He takes it places where only love flourishes, pain, hurt and unnecessary suffering are unwelcome dwellers of this ex- aching soul.