Jeanette (For My Little Sheri)
by Glenn Buesnel-May
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Jeanette is Sheridan’s Teddy Bear,
Takes her to school, takes her everywhere.
Sits her on her bed where the other teddies are,
But Jeanette is her favourite, her best by far.
Now, one day Sheridan was walking to school,
The sky was sunny, yet the air quite cool.
When suddenly a tap on her shoulder came,
And there stood Jeanette with a hat, and a cane.
Sheri was speechless, she had no words,
She thought she’d been tapped by some wayward birds.
But the story of how her teddy had come to life that day,
Was as startling as a shard of yellow sun ray.
Because, as you know teddies don’t usually walk ,
Let alone breathe or sing or skip or talk.
A fairy had visited Jeanette one day,
And blessed her with her wand in that “Fairy” kind of way.
And gave Jeanette a heart and a twinkling grin,
With a soul of pure gold to put her kindness in.
So the fairy bid farewell to Jeanette that day,
And with a wink and a kiss sent her on her way.
So that’s how Jeanette came to find her little friend
She’d blessed them with a friendship that would see no end.
Now Sheri and Jeanette walk everywhere together,
To her school, to the park, and in all types of weather.
In fact they are rarely separated, and each other they love,
With a friendship that came directly from God’s heaven above.
My daughter Sheridan has a teddy named after my mother. Sheri has dragged that poor little thing EVERYWHERE since she was a baby. It was time to repay Jeanette for her wonderful companionship.