Southern Tradition

Southern Tradition Daddy didn't look at them as they passed by August illuminating unkempt hair and worn-out hand-me-downs a woman and her four children walking in the road to avoid the sidewalk on our side. I see her every day but she doesn't have time to see me, ebony eyes too busy watching babies crying over the hot asphalt Daddy spits and shakes his head. ' Too sorry to buy a car!' Years later a muddy red boot print graces our front door A gift from a long grown child (confident as a ghost who's never been seen) in exchange for the tv in the trunk of a car his Mama never had Daddy spits and shakes his head. ' Well look at where they come from!'