Jenny Kiss'd Me

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,   
  Jumping from the chair she sat in;   
Time, you thief, who love to get   
  Sweets into your list, put that in!   
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
  Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,   
Say I'm growing old, but add,   
      Jenny kiss'd me.

By Leigh Hunt from 1838.

Baba was fond of this poem. 

I miss her and Mom everyday!

(Crochet was made by my aunt Nancy <3)