My Dearest Daddy and Anne Madeline | Poetry | RSD Advisory- Where Chronic Pain & Depression Collide

Dedicated to 2 birthdays on 6/6. My Dad and my maternal Grandma.

My Dearest Daddy

By Twinkle VanFleet

06/06 – 09/07/91

ON SEPTEMBER SEVENTH 1991,
I CLOSED YOUR EYES-
ALL I CAN SAY IS I LOVE YOU,
I CAN’T SAY GOODBYES.

I WISH YOU WOULDN’T HAVE LEFT US,
I PRAYED YOU WOULDN’T GO AWAY-
I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR PAIN IN A MINUTE,
IF YOU COULD HAVE JUST BEEN OKAY.

JESUS CALLED ON YOU FOR A REASON,
ONE WE CAN’T YET UNDERSTAND-
HE TOOK YOUR PAIN AWAY FOREVER-
HE PUT YOU IN GODS HANDS.

NOW YOU CAN WALK DADDY
AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN-
YOUR BODY CAN’T HURT ANYMORE-
YOU’RE STILL 100% A MAN.

NO ONE CAN SAY ANY DIFFERENT,
SOME WERE ALSO WRONG,
BUT THEY ARE THE ONES TO BE JUDGED-
WHEN THAT DAY COMES ALONG.

I’M PROUD OF YOU DADDY,
YOU ALWAYS DID YOUR BEST,
OUR MEMORIES ARE FOREVER-
NOW WE LAY YOU DOWN TO REST.

SO DADDY WALK WITH MAMA,
YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE-
SHE’S LOVING YOU TO PIECES,
FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.

EVERYTHING YOU TAUGHT ME,
I’LL KEEP DOING IT RIGHT,
LET ME ALWAYS BE THE TWINKLE-
IN MY DADDY’S EYES.

LETS CLOSE OUR OWN EYES AND MAKE A WISH,
FOR YOUR ETERNAL LIFE I CLOSE WITH THIS-

IMMORTALITY IS A TOTALITY OF TIME,
WITH NO BEGINNING OR END…
HEAVENS LIFE IS NEVER ENDING,
SO DADDY, ‘TIL WE MEET AGAIN.

Written for, then publicly read and published at Sacramento Memorial Lawn the day of my dads service.
My mom is happily remarried. My mom and dad shared 25 years together before his passing.

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Anne Madeline
by Twinkle VanFleet

06/06 – 10/23/87

SHE WAS SPECIAL AND WE ALL KNEW-
SHE GAVE SO MUCH LOVE, SHE’S A CHOSEN FEW.

NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN, SHE’LL BE WITH US FOREVER-
WE MUST MAKE HER HAPPY, KEEP OUR FAMILY TOGETHER.

BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NOW YOU ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER,
NEVER DRIFT APART- YOU HAD A BEAUTIFUL MOTHER.

SOMEONE IN HEAVEN NEEDED HER- MORE THAN US,
SO JESUS TOOK HER- WE MUST NOT FUSS.

JESUS TOOK YOU ON HIS RAINBOW TO HIS HEAVENLY HOME-
NOW YOU’RE AN ANGEL, BUT YOU’RE NOT ALONE.

ONE OF THESE DAYS- I CAN’T SAY WHEN-

Written for, and then publicly read at Sacramento Memorial Lawn. My Grandma was known as Anne Madeline, my sister’s name. When grandma passed away we learned her birth name was Anna Magdalena which is my daughter Kharisma’s, middle names. Since then we’ve learned there is another derivative as well.