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
SBJ Studio 