when i was small
my parents were divorced
i would see my father once a week
and one time
he took me
with him
when he went to
donate
blood

i was afraid of needles
and pain
and the pain of knowing
that pain was comming

he said it was important
to do a good thing

years later i was years older
and my father told me
his job would give him
holiday time when he would
donate
blood