Bowl
Reaching back with a teaspoon I pulled a memory from my pudding head. 
My father wasn’t there, absent like the empty space in a bowl. 
Memories of him eaten away like a bowl of cheerios, without the cheer, 
mostly disappointed ohs.

I went back for seconds to make sure and sure enough, 
there where no Cheerios, Lucky Charms or Captain Crunch, 
there was only the emptiness of a concave container – My father.

© SB Joy, 2022

My father chased his dream. A dream he achieved, he became a master builder. Unfortunately, it came at the cost of his family.

SB Joy

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