I Heard Him Call

As I made my way down the hall

Following the voices I heard calling

my name in volume so small

I wondered I could hear it at all

Over the commotion of the brawl.

And sure enough, a fight over a ball

Between one little guy and one tall.

The short one had tears from bawling

The big one was trying to crawl

Away from that half-pint, but all

He could do was call and call and call

My name to help him up from the fall.

It was just appalling.

Naida Lavon

1-14-10

Write Around Portland Workshop Fall 2010

Held at the Portland Art Museum

Prompt:

“Halfway there...”

or

“Down the hall...

5 minute free write.