For the Dying Babes - The Shortest Story by Harry Chapin

[alphafemale]

Never thought this would be an American Story. :cry:

The Shortest Story
by Harry Chapin

I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes;
Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry.
Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky;
I am glad to be alive.

It is me seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;
my brother and sister cling to Mama's side.
She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;
someone weeps, I fall asleep.

It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;
I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.
Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky;
why is there nothing now to do but die?

[tk2kewl]

1. goddamit!

:grr::mad::grr::mad::cry::cry::grr::mad::grr::mad::cry::cry::grr::mad::grr::mad::cry::cry::grr::mad::grr::mad::cry::cry::grr::mad::grr::mad::cry::cry:

[Shadder]

2. Aw shit..

I would give anything...anything in the world if he were alive right now. My god, the difference he could make right now.

[Shipwack]

3. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

You made me cry at work.

Though I suppose I should thank God that that is the greatest of my problems right now.