Janet Poem by Pene Burkey

Janet, the mother that you knew so well,
Janet, my sister - I've not much to tell.

I remember a pretty blonde teen,
Twirled the baton like I've never seen.

The beautiful bride and her Marine,
Wedding right out of Bride's Magazine.

A lovely mother of three cute girls,
Who handled life as well as she twirled.

Janet the wife, the mother and more,
And a Bell Telephone Operator.

Janet loved to party and to dance,
Crocheted an afghan when had the chance.

Traveled the country to see the sights,
Rafted the rivers and climbed the heights.

I wish she could have known all my boys,
Of Aunt Janet, they've missed many joys.

Copyright ©2002 Pene Burkey