BARBARA JEAN


  You were standing by your mamma, you were 
  Just a litt;e girl,

  Backwards' the wind takes my thoughts' Into what 
  You as a small

  Child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.


  In you lives, still 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, every day, one day older than 
  Yesterday,

  Stand you still do as always your mamma watches 
  Over you.

  Not there was I for each of your childish birthdays', no,
  Not yet,

  Fore 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 who says' thank you to a girl 
  Named Barbara Jean.
  Rest in peace, Mom.
                   Keith Garrett