If I Didn’t Have Papa
by Sharayah Hooper
There is a path I take.
It weaves
and even winds a bit.
It is my father’s
but I follow
in his footsteps,
impossible to fill
but easy to follow.
My feet fit so
I can walk without
tripping or trudging.
My feet stay dry.
A bundle bounces
in my arms.
Mama’s pies,
fresh and still warm.
They heat my hands
so the frost can’t
bite my fingertips.
Papa carries vegetables,
the cream of the crop,
to sell in town.
We can bring Mama back
those coins she loves so much
and flour for tonight’s bread.
The scent weaves
in my imagination
and I can see my breath
hover in front of my face.
Writers Bio
Sharayah Hooper enjoys crocheting to late night anime. She fights traffic in Los Angeles and recently earned a bachelor's degree in creative writing. As of recently, she has taken to posting what she has been creating regularly on her blog.
https://gluedtothepage.wordpress.com/
Inspirational Image
by Pef
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Come Winter'
by Swetha Sadanand
'A Lonely Road'
by Collen Driscoll
'Dimples'
by R Gene Turchin
'Ezekiel the Elf'
by Jon Moray
