Little Fubu

Her little arms and hands,

Extend in my direction,

Her smile widens,

My eyes brighten,

Little Fubu so sweet and mild,

Her love I feel,

Though I knew we must part,

My heart eternally extended,

To little Fubu,

A daughter of my heart,

Her orphan face,

Her eyes I see in my dream,

Her bite on my shoulder,

Still stings today,

Twenty years later,

I think back,

And I cry,

For 20 years ago,

I left behind the child of the desert,

The Fig of my time,

At the little Catholic orphange,

Buried deep in the refuge city,

Djibouti, the diamond of the desert.

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