Poem written by Joe's grandmother just for Lindsey

In Loving Memory of
Lindsey Ann
July 17, 1997

We who loved her didn't understand,
When Jesus took her by the hand
To take her to His promised land.

He knew His flower garden
Lacked one rose, by far the
Sweetest flower that grows.

He put Lindsey there
In His special place
To please the eye of all
The angels passing by.

We are only human
As we grieve and weep.
But precious Lindsey
Just went to sleep.

Someday we'll meet her
In this special place and
See again, her sweet smiling face.

Written with love by:
Granny
1997