A Family History V Poem by Morgan Michaels

A Family History V



'And now in...'

He was ready.

'Ow', he cried, in an agony.

'Que'?

'Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwww'!

Donnie sat back, astonished.

'What's the matter'?

'It hurts'.

'I'm sorry'!

The skinny young man collapsed into a nearby chair, his face contorted in pain. His friend watched in sympathetic approval. Donnie was mystified. He didn't expect the manuever to cause that sort of pain. The fellow buried his face in his hands and a minute of silence passed, which Donnie sat by, respectfully, observing.

'Are you ok'? , asked his sister, finally, with a tender show of filial concern.

Yes, apparently, he was, just barely.

Donnie was puzzled, watching both the tableau and the clock. It didn't make sense. Putting two and two together, he said, in summary.

'It's gonna be very important to see that film, I think.

Together, they sat, silent, listening, but alert.

He explained how they were entitled to a copy- either for free or a small sum.

Together, their faces fell.

'Character is best shown by the way it deals with obligation', he mused, to himself.

'When you get the copy', he continued, 'bring it by. We can always refer you to ortho', stated Donnie.

Thursday, April 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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