One of my favorite poems just hit home

Here's the poem:  

Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed 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 missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me. 

James Henry Leigh Hunt

I always considered this a romantic poem, but this evening I read the story of how it came to be:

In 1835 Leigh Hunt and his large family moved to Chelsea in London and became neighbor to poet and author, Thomas Carlyle, at his suggestion. The two became close friends and Hunt's home was always open to his circle of friends, of which there were many.

Two stories exist. One story is that Leigh Hunt visited the Carlyles to deliver the news that he was going to publish one of Thomas Carlyle's poems. When the news was delivered to Carlyle's wife, Jane, she jumped up and kissed him.The other story is that during one winter Hunt was sick with influenza and absent for so long that when he finally recovered and went to visit the Carlyles, Jane jumped up and kissed him as soon as he appeared at the door. Two days later one of the Hunt servants delivered a note, addressed, "From Mr. Hunt to Mrs. Carlyle." It contained the poem, "Jenny Kissed Me."

The second story is the one most often repeated.  Thankfully, Hunt was a wise editor, because in the original draft Jenny was Nelly and the word "jaundiced" was used instead of "weary" in the fifth line.  Reputedly, Leigh Hunt was a flirtatious man, often in trouble with his wife. Also reputedly, Jane Carlyle was a bit sour and better known for her acid tongue than for impulsive affection.

The poem, "Jenny Kissed Me" has been described variously as whimsical, charming, simple, and unaffected. Many readers encounter it for the first time during their school-age years and remember it all their lives. Numerous girls have been named "Jenny" as a result of the fond memory of the poem.

Today I spent a delightful day in the company of a three-and-a-half-month-old baby girl.  Every time she looked at me, she smiled.  If I sang to her, she smiled.  If I talked to her, she smiled.  

And I remembered the poem, and thought, "Time, you thief, who love to get sweets into your list, put that in!"  

You can't take this day away from me.  

Cora likes me.