Jean Ann, his other daughter; <br />The one I never knew, <br />And I was quite surprised to learn <br />The baby shoes, were yours. <br /> <br />Your life upset by parting, <br />Divorce- that awful blade- <br />That parted you from father; <br />And enemies were made. <br /> <br />I don't know what they told you, <br />Of him or of his ways, <br />Or if you knew he moved at all, <br />In your worlds younger days. <br /> <br />I want to tell you, Jean Ann, <br />That a sweeter man was not, <br />And what your mother wanted, <br />Divorcing, was not got. <br /> <br />She only served to distance, <br />The dearest thing he loved- <br />It's my duty now to tell you, <br />He's not here, but now above. <br /> <br />If heaven's not a rumor, <br />Where the decent people go, <br />He'd be the first in line there- <br />Because he loved you so. <br /> <br />(written for Jean Ann, wherever she may be)<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jean-ann-his-other-daughter/
