Her hair was a tuft of wheat
Glowing like the rays of light
Shining through the window

Her cry was the most beautiful sound on earth
Sweet and melodious
Even if it woke you up from an afternoon nap
Even if it stopped your chat with the neighbor
It was a voice of an angel

Her skin was so soft
It was a bolt of silk
Waiting to be stroked
Waiting to be hugged
Waiting to be kissed

She got a fever
A very high fever

That beautiful hair was shaven of to cool her down
But she didn’t cool down

That cry grew louder and louder
Then, it began to grow weaker

Her sweet, smooth skin grew red and hot
Then, one day, it began to cool