The Shortest Story

Harry Chapin

I am born today

The Sun burns a promise

in my eye



Mama strikes me

and I draw a breath and cry

Above me a cloud

slowly tumbles through the sky

I am glad, to be alive



It is my 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 to weak to cry

Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky

Why is there nothing

now to do but die?