Doctor Grandma

Happy 7^th Birthday Naylah

We picked strawberries

And waited for you,

Mommy, so heavy,

So ready for you,

But you were late!

(just a little bit)

Baba wondered,

Would he have another son?

Or a BEAUTIFUL daughter

JUST – LIKE –YOU!

We rushed to the Birthing Center

Where you were born,

Grandma played with Zakiah

In the waiting room,

And then – there you were!

Out of Mommy you came!

Someone said, “It’s a girl!”

And Mommy cried

HAPPY TEARS of JOY

For Naylah

Chemutai

Justina

Was here,

And life was never the same.

cfblack, 06-03-2017

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