Here is my response to this week’s photo prompt challenge at 1st Writes:
Football Saturday
I am all alone surrounded by thousands.
I would not be missed until the end.
I know the basics but it is not enough.
If I were him it would be different.
He is the favorite receiver.
The passes, cheers, victory slaps
Because I can’t throw or catch
I am on the bench.
I go to every game hoping,
Yearning for a chance at the big play –
The interception of my father’s attention.
© Brianna N. Renshaw
This is such an insightful poem! The last line is especially powerful!