You came too soon. We barely had time to anticipate you. The
day you arrived is the day you died, leaving us behind. Perhaps the world
outside was too much for you. Perhaps the struggles of Africa reached you even
in the womb. For this, I laid you to rest in peace knowing you are in the arms
of the one who gives all comfort, to the one who’s love is everlasting.
It rained under the gray sky the day we buried your tiny
body under the mango tree. The sky turned baby blue with white puffs the moment
our friends and comforters sang praises. I remember that color of sky. I
remember those clouds. They were the same colors when we laid your auntie to
rest so many years ago.
My dearest sister and best friend, we send you this heavenly
child. Be with him till I see you both again. You increase my longing for
heaven.
So sorry for your loss. Wish I could be there. I remember that day, when we said goodbye to Joanna.
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