Originally written January 26, 2015
In the fall of 1999, I sat with my father,
on a beach chair on a Floridian sunny day.
My swimming cap was as pink as a rose, my smile so
innocent, although some of my teeth looked like they
got knocked out by a ball in an arcade game.
The sun should’ve revealed my brown eyes a little more,
but it felt too hot for them, so the umbrella shade
protected them. I had a curly strand of hair
peeking in my view, but if you look closely,
it almost looked like the tail of a mouse.
Sunglasses obscured my father’s eyes,
making him look a little bit like Stevie Wonder.
But if you look at his coarse black hair, you could
see that he bore a striking resemblance to Nicolas Cage.
On his left arm is a tattoo of the sun and the moon,
with the sun shining brighter than all the stars.
A summer breeze blew through us as we bear-hugged each other
for warmth, the wind carrying a coconut fragrance.
The palm trees behind us and the seagulls squawking overhead
completed the picture of tropical paradise.