I remember Sunday evening strolls with my father and siblings.
I can still sense the calm presence of his nurturing and
As we strolled with our father through neighborhoods admiring
eyes from the sidelines watched with admiration from afar.
I remember the pride my father had and the smile on his face
while taking our ritual stroll.
To me, taking a Sunday strolls were more than a ritual,
it was bonding time.
The memories will remain forever embedded in my heart.
Response to the Daily Prompt Challenge – Today’s word (Stroll)