When I landed in my third <br />period class <br />Trisha stood near my desk <br />I thought to myself, “She’s blessed— <br />gonna be an honored author one day.” <br />“Bernstein, I want to write <br />this story, but I don’t know if anybody would believe it.” <br />After she told me her idea <br />I muttered, “When you’re <br />on Oprah <br />mention my name.” <br />When I walked into the Teacher’s Center <br />food of every kind and description <br />graced the long table <br />in the center of the room. <br />Henry F said, “Bernstein, <br />Edwardo Jesus Torres <br />catered the whole thing <br />in honor of Edwin, his twin brother <br />died exactly six months ago.” <br />At the end of the period <br />Edwardo played <br />Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus <br />for a few minutes <br />then spoke, <br />“All of this to honor <br />my beloved brother, <br />Edwin Jesus Torres <br />with God now.” <br />The music commenced <br />once more. <br />I closed my eyes <br />lowered my head <br />and when I looked up Edwardo’s tears <br />flowed <br />overwhelmed <br />I too wept <br />then raced out <br />went to the bathroom <br />threw cold water on my face <br />and left <br />only to bump into Trisha <br />who asked if I was OK. <br />“Got something in my eye.” <br />Without hesitation she said, <br />“The first time <br />you ever lied to me.” <br />Feeling utterly worthless <br />tears <br />once more <br />and the dear girl <br />whispered, <br />“Never again, please” <br />“How’d you know? ” <br />“Heart to heart is where I live.”<br /><br />Charles Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-illustrious-and-sublime-author-2/
