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:

Memory at "What's Going On"

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Daddy's Little Girl... Still

My Dad's stroke in 2007 left him half-paralyzed and it was really a miracle how he got to talk and walk again although with some difficulty. He still refuses to use a wheelchair until now.

He looked frail yesterday when my kids and I went to visit him and my Mom for our Father's Day celebration. He was doing his usual walking exercises when we got there but as soon as he sat down to talk to me, that's when I noticed the unsightly edema on his lower right leg. He said it felt heavy but managed to give me a warm smile as if assuring me that it was going to be alright. He said he has meds to take care of the excess water in his body. He admitted that his creatinine is still high but, as if it would make any difference at all, he reassured me that it is much lower than before.

That's when he turned the tables on me. At first, he asked about the condition of his friend's daughter (who happens to be my friend) who is presently in the ICU recuperating from a stroke and a major brain surgery. Then he went in for the kill... Have I checked my cholesterol and sugar levels lately? Did I get that complete blood work-up already? Did I go back for the ECG? Do I monitor my blood pressure? Blah... blah... blah... Of course, all my answers were in the negative. What followed was a long litany of why I should take care of myself. Hesitantly, I ended up promising him I will get all those tests soon and inform him of the results.

Sometimes he forgets that his daughter is over 40 now. Much to my amusement, he occasionally gets into this kind of mood and talks to me like he's talking to one of his grandchildren. Honestly, I do love these small talks with him. We don't get to do this often anymore because he gets tired easily now.

I really miss those times when we could talk for hours over a bottle of brandy or a few rounds of beers. I remember it clearly-- I would get us our glasses, open a bottle, start a boring conversation about politics and keep him company as he gets busy preparing our dinner (you see, cooking was his passion)... and he would know I needed someone to talk to.

There was so much laughter back then. And so much tears (over broken friendships and relationships). My siblings and I felt that we could tell him anything. The Christmas and the New Year celebrations with my mom, brother and sister were the best as we would all stay awake drinking (except my Mom), laughing, sharing some little wisdom and teasing each other and, not surprisingly, debating UNTIL SUNRISE! Simply the best drinking buddies you could ever find! Now that li'l bro and li'l sis are miles away from us, I'm sure that our family bonding time in the past is what they miss most too.

MY LITTLE GIRL

By Tim McGraw

Gotta hold on easy as I let you go

Gonna tell you how much I love you

Though you think you already know

I remember I thought you looked like an angel

Wrapped in pink so soft and warm

You've had me wrapped around your finger

Since the day you were born

You beautiful baby from the outside in

Chase your dreams but always know the road

That'll lead you home again

Go on, take on this old world

But to me you know you will always be

My little girl

When you were in trouble that crooked little smile

Would melt my heart of stone

Now look at you I've turned around

And you've almost grown

Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I love you"

In the moonlight at your door

As I walk away I hear you say

"Daddy, love you more"

You beautiful baby from the outside in

Chase your dreams but always know the road

That'll lead you home again

Go on, take on this old world

But to me you know you will always be

My little girl

Someday, some boy will come

And ask me for your hand

But I won't say yes to him unless I know

He's the half that makes you whole

He has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man

I know he'll say that he's in love

But between you and me

He won't be good enough

You beautiful baby from the outside in

Chase your dreams but always know the road

That'll lead you home again

Go on, take on this old world

But to me you know you will always be

My little girl

Photo: My niece and brother-in-law spending quiet time together at a Florida beach... a big thanks to my li'l sis Lourdes for allowing me to use this beautiful photo.