This poem was written in memory of her niece. She died of crib death when she was only 3 months old.

Jeannie

This was a little girl named Jeannie that I used to know,
And it hurt me dearly to see her have to go.

The lord called her to Heaven one Sunday morning; u see,
And it really hurt me, she was my baby.

But I know she's in Heaven, up there by Jesus' side,
Taking hold of His hands, never more to cry.

I want to be with her in Glory Land someday,
So if I'll be good and say my prayers, I'll see Jeannie that way.

She was here such a short time; a rosebud so gay,
But that little girl, named Jeannie, will be a flower in God's bouquet.

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