Row Row Row Your Boat

‘Dad, I’m getting a divorce.’

I expected questions. I expected protests. I did not expect to be taken boating.

We rowed in silence for a while. You couldn’t rush dad. Eventually he started humming…

Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily
Life is but a dream.

‘Do you know, like many a rhymes, this one is a metaphor for life too.

Life is a journey and you have to work hard at it. Whether its work or marriage, you have to work on it. You have to row your boat. The stream is sometimes straight, and sometimes crooked. The currents will sometimes flow against you. But you need to be patient, gentle, and continue rowing down the stream. Have faith, trust in God, immerse yourself in prayer, and like a bad dream, the hard times too shall pass.’

We stared at each other for the longest of times. Eventually I rolled up my sleeves and showed him the bruises on my arm.

Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream.
If you see a crocodile
Don’t forget to scream.

In response to Priceless Joy’s 193rd Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, based on a photo prompt by Yarnspinnerr