AT THE EDGE OF THE WATER
Every Sunday -
after Mass and after
breakfast - all through our childhood -
our dad took us down to the Narrows -
that water passage between Brooklyn
and Staten Island. This was long before
the Verrazano Bridge. It was water from
both the East River and the Hudson River
flowing to the Atlantic Ocean, past Coney
Island, and back to Ireland where he came
by boat at the age of 19 in 1923.
Looking back now - at the age of 76 -
my dad made it to 67 - daddy, I wish
I could hear what was going on in your
mind standing there with us 4 kids
in Bliss Park overlooking the Narrows.
You were the proverbial “Quiet Man” - but
as the other proverb goes, “Still water runs
deep.” Daddy. were you thanking God for us
or was your mind going over the waters back
to your home - back to your childhood?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
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