The Gamin: From the Diary of Herald Hermit

I visited my sister-in-law at the hospital today She had a beautiful baby boy of six pounds, seven ounces His hair and eyes were painted brown and his brittle body had a big belly button with a bright bouffant tattoo on his bottom He looked at me with eyes ironic of a curious cat; and quickly stared at his mother who was motionless asleep With failed attempts to gather words to speak.... He cried, and cried, and cried... Awakened by his tears she fed him (An excruciating pain bites my body when the future breaks my present mirror) And then the sky clouds filled my eyes I watched as this baby boy inhaled seven years Walking the streets as a gamin No whereabouts, no nothing, my nephew... His eyes were painted brown as was his hair With eyes ironic of a curious cat Upon the grave of his mother, motionless asleep He cried, and cried, and cried The pain had left my body Six pounds, seven ounces The mother awoke