You were standing by your mama, you were just a little girl,

Backwards the wind takes my thoughts into what you as a

   Small child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.

In you still lives this dreaming young spirit that flew forward,

The wind and time has carried you, such a wonderful mother

Here to where you still wander and dream, you Barbara Jean.

You are just days older, everyday one day older than yesterday,

Stand you still do as always your mama watches over you.

Not there was i for each of your childish birthdays, no not yet,

For all the ones you would celebrate would bring us together sooner.

I believe in my wishes and dreams that you are younger than yesterday,

With much love from a son whom says thank you to a girl named Barbara Jean.

For you mom,

Keith                                                                       Keith Garrett