What’s In A Name?

My given name some would say

is —

unique …

different …

not fitting a child …

or …

a woman …


A nickname cannot come

from a name like that

It is what it is and something

to be lived with but not one

that can be ‘grown into’.


I dreamed of having a cute

nickname all my childhood

I love(d) nicknames…

felt they were special …

making the owner someone

different …

standing out from the

rest of us


An old lover used to

call me ‘Kid’ as a term

of endearment …

no one did before him

or since he died

That was the closest

I ever came to having

a nickname that was

just for me

Completely my own…


So …

Deep into adulthood

and I continue to live

with the name that was

given me at birth

given proudly by my mother

but one that bedeviled

me my entire life



I have come to use a version

of my middle name which

fits like a pair of comfortable

well-worn jeans of Chucks


It is more me than the other

One of simplicity and

ordinariness …

but one that is me in its

simplicity as I travel

through the final journey

of my life …


Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie