To Rock Baby from Your American Grandma
She told me about you, Fadimtou,
When she first got to Cameroon
She told me,
How much she already adored you,
Even though, you were not her own.
And she told me, how you were a smile,
Looking for a home
She called you Rock Baby
Because that’s how she first saw you,
An angel baby, playing happily
Alone, on a bed of rocks
With your only toys, the scattered remnants
Of a large pile of stones
She called you Rock Baby,
My granddaughter did,
And for two years
She watched you, like a wild flower, bloom and grow
She got to hug you,
To love you,
And she let you pull all the pans out of her kitchen drawers,
That is, until the Peace Corp
Told her that she had to come back home
But then,
That’s when
She got the heart breaking news.
And now she’s left, struggling, trying to understand why
But who knows why
Evening’s song would come to call for you, so soon?
And would it still have called to you
If you hadn’t lived in Cameroon?
Did you know,
Precious child
Just how deeply you touched her soul?
Now she must open her hands
To let you go
And although she probably still sheds tears
She can pray to the angels in heaven
To have a pile of rocks nearby
To have them ready for you,
Sweetest little angel baby,
As you wing your way to the sky
Why did you have to go?
Maybe someday, all will be made known
But until then, little Rock Baby
A yellow wild flower now grows
Upon your favorite box of toys,
Your precious pile…
Of stones
Sweet peace, little one
You’re American Grandmother will miss you too
Hugs…
Grandma Jeri
And In her own words, Jennifer says:
RIP Fadimtou, Rock Baby.
Maybe, my favorite person in the world.
I hope God gives you a less raw deal next time around.
By Morning Song
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