Little Jo

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
We'll See Who Is the Winner."

I Always Lost the Race
To My Little Sister, Jo,
She Loved to Be the Winner
So I Ran a Little Slow.

I Really Didn't Mind
Because I Loved Her So,
She Loved Life and Living
And She Had So Far to Go.

The Memories I'll Cherish
Of Our Childhood Sweet and Fair
It Seems like Only Yesterday
That She Lost Her Teddy Bear.

But the Day We Found Him
I Forever Shall Regret.
Maybe If He'd Stayed Lost 
I'd Have Nothing to Forget.

She Found Him in the Neighbor's Yard
And She Ran Across the Street,
She Didn't See the Car.
Now I Forever Weep.

Sometimes I Hear a Little Voice
In the Middle of the Night,
And it Brings Back Memories
Of a Little Girl in Flight.

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
And We'll See Who Is the Winner."

Connie Moore
August 18, 1992
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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