Don

Dad got cracked with a nightstick
during the protest. Seventeen stitches
in his scalp.

 

Mom calls from the emergency room
ticked because they weren’t hauled off
to jail with their friends.

 

The doctor signed her petition, though,
so not all is lost.

 

Mom fixes Dad up on the couch
with an ice pack, puts on Dylan,
“Like A Rolling Stone.”

 

Out come the brownies.