JEAN

Jean


She was my favourite sister
Since when I was wed
She never used my real name
Always called me 'Hed';
We liked the same foods
We liked the same men
We both had 2 ex-husbands
Said we'd rather live in sin!

She played guitar & she sang
We loved the same songs
We watched the same movies
And knew right from wrong;
We never had an argument
She was my best friend
And I loved her dearly
Right up until the end.

She told me some secrets
That I'll take to my grave
She was full of the devil
And how she loved her Dave!
She'd laugh at all my jokes
Told me if I looked rough
And though I have my memories
They'll never be enough.

We buried her June 15th
And for me, it was so hard
I feel I've no family left
She was my Hallmark card;
I know Jean would agree
That yesterday was best
So I'll just have to accept
She is at peace & rest.


I love her & I miss her
Life just ain't the same
I cry when I sing our songs
And when I hear her name;
God, give her wings to fly
And your big hand to hold
And I'll see her in Heaven
When I'm worn out and old.


Good-bye, Jean
I love you, Hed