Dead at Nine Days Old

His eyes were closed, his body was inert, and his soul had left.
 
He had just been choked under his mother’s luckless bosom.
 
With another grueling day at work, the woman had a glass of wine –
 
please, don’t call her a drunkard – before breastfeeding her fourth baby,
 
but she soon fell asleep. When she discovered the tragedy, she cried
 
out, ‘Angel!’ Then, ‘Wake up  angel!’ Then, ‘God, wake my angel up!’
 
But, death prevailed: his silence, his pain, the guilt of the murderer.
 
And then the whole family heard her and went into tears.

After all, he was just nine days old and such – such cute company.
 
Do you know, for some people, it’s all just another misfortune?