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)
Aww...my eyes full of dews when reading this sweet words..touching! ! ...Heaven is not a rumors..As God send father to temporary care his kid(s) , i believe wherever he live the kid is his priority...same thing as mother...Love so pure when heart beating reminding the persons who care, who raise and who help us through good or day...To Jean Ann...it such good thing for you to have those words from Patti Masterman, so sincere from soul_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just humbly and totally agree with Unwritten Soul.... Such heartfelt commentary it just has to warm the winds of good hope............. Jim Troy