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 

Flowers to Show our Love

After the traditional visit at the cemetery on the 1st of November, my children and I proceeded to Sta. Ana Wharf. It was too late to get a small boat to take us out to sea. The waves were too strong.

As we walked to the shore, the sound of the waves filled the air of silence between us. Raging waters threatened to drench our feet but we were unmindful. We were there for a reason.

Each whispering a prayer for James, my children and I took turns throwing flowers and loose petals into the sea. We had a bag full of them, you see.

The wind roared loudly... The sky turned gloomy… The waves raged to shore… Perhaps heaven heard us.

Time may have eased the pain and helped us mend the broken pieces of our fragile lives but… We still cope with grief one day at a time until now… even after almost 9 long years.

A pocketful of sunshine

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Image source: China Central Television

Life Now...

Warmest greetings from my family to yours!

A few months ago, my children's "yaya" (babysitter) of 17 years decided to move back with her family and start taking care of her own grandchildren. She came to us when my second child was only an infant. I would not have managed to cope when we lost James had it not been for yaya's strong and reassuring presence at home. She took on the role of "mom" to my kids while I went out to search for our missing family member and worked to bring home the bacon, so to speak.

Our beloved yaya Merlene stayed with us for 17 years.

It has been a totally different life since then. A new journey for me and my kids... a grand time at reviving and redecorating our home... Oh... and I'm cooking again.

My kids... how they have grown!!!

Believe me, it's a whole new adventure for me... Real motherhood at its best!

A pocketful of sunshine and 

*Woman and Super Mom images credit: Google