Jean Ann, His Other Daughter Poem by Patti Masterman

Jean Ann, his other daughter;
The one I never knew,
And I was quite surprised to learn
The baby shoes, were yours.

Your life upset by parting,
Divorce- that awful blade-
That parted you from father;
And enemies were made.

I don't know what they told you,
Of him or of his ways,
Or if you knew he moved at all,
In your worlds younger days.

I want to tell you, Jean Ann,
That a sweeter man was not,
And what your mother wanted,
Divorcing, was not got.

She only served to distance,
The dearest thing he loved-
It's my duty now to tell you,
He's not here, but now above.

If heaven's not a rumor,
Where the decent people go,
He'd be the first in line there-
Because he loved you so.

(written for Jean Ann, wherever she may be)