With a notebook in hand, she appeared at my side,
Shading my console screen from the glare.
She stood there so resolute with a smile on her face,
Just happy to assist me and be there.

She helped serve me lunch with Eroni Berunji,
Two lovelier girls you couldn't find.
And when, at the end of my stay, I had my notebook signed,
She wrote, "Ah mon ami. Je t'aime très beaucoup.
Tu es mon père. Je suis contente."
You see, in Rwanda, they speak French.
(Ah, my friend. I love you very much. You are my father. I am happy.)

I had no idea that Sandra had felt this way,
And was ill-prepared for such an expression of pure love.
At a loss for words, my only reply was, "Moi aussi!" - me also.
Her lovely face beamed with delight,
And her gaze followed me as I left, until I was out of sight.

I wrote her and she wrote me back.
She opened her heart to me completely.
Words so touching and so blatantly candid, so sweet, so pure.
For in that country, called Uganda, there's much one has to endure.

And I feel that it's in that adversity that humans find a propensity
For bearing their very soul to one who's been kind.
I know that with Sandra, the orphan who adopted me,
A more beautiful soul I'll never find.