Annie
Dear ‘Prudence’
would have been my fate
after the song
if he had his way
luckily that night in June
not a moment too late
nineteen eighty-six
my mother crowned me Kate
although…
thirty-seven years since
my name, as he knows
just some blue eyed stranger.
‘Annie’ is the girl dad made
watched her grow
not me
just another moniker
for him alone
only now did I discover
was after his bloody beloved
childhood cat.
Figures…
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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