'04 Poem by Sergio Guzman

On October 4th, on the year 04
My little brother was born.
It was past my bedtime when my mother felt the final kick.
My father,
Filled with excitement,
Left with my mother oh so very quick.

As the hours past,
Morning came by fast
I,
Filled with excitement but began to ask,
Because my parents
Were nowhere to be found

As my grandmother filled me in with such information.
My brother was born,
A miracle
To be adorned by everyone
All year round.

But before we can adore such miracle,
He must endure his greatest obstacle.
For that he was touched by the fallen angel,
A poison,
A poison in which ran through his veins.
That my mother,
Fresh out of labor,
Felt as is if a dagger was struck through her heart
For that she too, can feel his pain.

As news spread about such tragedy,
My grandmother began to pray,
Pray to her All Mighty majesty.
Prayed for the pain to go away
And for him to have a life filled
With no more greater pain than this very day.

Hours became days,
I still got no word of my little brother.
As days started to fade away,
I caught my father one day;
Him saying that:
"Your little brother was sick for a couple a days,
He's better now
And no,
You must stay for that I'm finally bringing my
Wife and son
Home."
I wanted to reply
but my dad said bye.

I said to myself,
How come he didn't arrived
On October 4
Two thousand
And four?