Love My Papa

Love My Papa

by Jena Santiago-Alameda


The country music was blasting as I was helping uncle Kenneth cut meat.

As I looked over my papa was dancing

to the beat.

moving his hips from side to side

His hands back and forth while cooking pork

I went to give him more meat and he

was still dancing

I asked him Why?

Then we all sat

down as a big happy

family and talked about are day.

We all laughed and talked.

And at the best meat in

the world.

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