Sunday by the Sea
Every Sunday, the world stood still,
As we journeyed to the sea’s blue thrill.
With Dad at the helm, his laughter warm,
We braved the tides, the waves, the storm.
The ocean stretched, vast and wide,
A mystery calling us to its side.
Barefoot children, hearts so free,
Chasing dreams along the sea.
He held our hands, then let us go,
Teaching courage in the ebb and flow.
“Trust the water,” he’d softly say,
“Let it carry your fears away.”
In the deep, where the waters dance,
We found our strength, our second chance.
Each stroke a bond, each wave a cheer,
A lesson in love, so crystal clear.
Salt in the air, sun on our skin,
Moments where life would truly begin.
The sea was more than just a shore—
It was our home, our Sunday lore.
Now grown, I hear the ocean’s song,
A timeless hymn where we belong.
And in its depths, I feel him near,
Guiding me still, year after year.
Poetry Prompt:
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14 POINTS OF VIEW:
"He held our hands, then let us go,
Teaching courage in the ebb and flow."
I love this poem, its rhythm like the sea, its rhyme peaceful and calm, its story one of courage, trust, and continuance. A marvelous tribute to your father.
Loved every bit of this. Beautiful!
I really enjoyed this poem. Your dad was a wonderful teacher, a wonderful father, to help you become comfortable and feel at home in the sea as he did! I love the rhyme too. Thanks for joining us!
This is so lovely, Bing, and it is wonderful to see you at What's Going On - we were the original team at the former Poets United. Smiles. The prompt goes up wednesday morning. If you visit again, try to come earlier so more people can find you. Your dad was so wonderful and wise. I know you miss him.
Thank you, Susan.
Thank you, Sreeja.
Thank you, Mary.
Thank you, Sherry. My Dad was my Superman and I wouldn't have survived our family's tragedy had it not been for his guidance and support. He and my Mom were my pillars of strength at that time. I am so happy to find your group again. I will take note of your schedule. I try to squeeze in some time for blogging between work assignments, that's why I can't keep track of the prompts sometimes. Thank you so much for being my blogging guide.
Precious memories and wisdom that endures...
Thank you, Rajani.
One could feel the happiness in the rhythm of the poem. So joyful to read it aloud.
Thank you for your appreciation, Sumana!
Oh, how lovely! An ocean of memory, joy and lessons learned. An ocean of love to cherish. So beautifully rendered, Bing. Thank you for sharing the lovely photographs too.
Thanks for your kind words, Dora.
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