Amy |
Linda Gervais, Victoria’s Grandma |
In memory of Victoria Lynn Blackbird |
You were only 17 when you came to me,
You looked as nervous as could be. You said, “Mom, remember how you couldn’t understand How parents would not lend a helping hand. To their daughter, pregnant and alone They wouldn’t let her live at home. You always said you would be there for us And you would never make a fuss.” You looked so sad, I could tell right away That there was a baby on the way. You said, “I know I’m a disappointment to you.” When the only thought was you can still graduate in June. Because you see our new family member Was not due until September. So my heart grew to love the child That moved and kicked so wild. You shared every movement with me That I knew she had a great personality. I looked forward to the big event. I knew she would be heaven-sent. It was almost your due date And we all couldn’t wait. Then one day the doctor said “I’m sorry Amy, your baby is dead.” I hurt so bad for both of you, I felt I was being torn in two. They told us it was the law of the town We had to bury her in the ground. We buried her in your baptismal dress Because we thought it was the prettiest. She’s buried close to my family In Elmhurst cemetery. Now I know I will never hear Those beautiful words, “Grandma, I’m here!” |