You in Our Hearts

Tiny hands Tiny eyes Namib sun on the morning sky Not in the

dust of a wandering band You found your place

by an open hand Raised like a sister Shared every spill

Every laugh Every tear Little feet racing through red Red sand

Family found where the house doors stand Cindy Heartbeat of the

homestead Soft brown eyes in the kitchen light You turned this

house into a story That still holds us every night You didn’t come

from our bloodline But you lived in every part Rest now Wild and gentle