Man In a Suitcase

MAN   IN    A    SUITCASE

Used to joke  how Gregory Peck  was my father                   
But never knew why I was called Sydney.                                             
Or why  Australia’s city was named after me -                       
And a dozen other cities around the world  farther.              

My dad surely was where mum’s love-treasure  was spent,   
But died before I was born  and before they could marry.      
Her family hated this guy but she was  tough, didn’t worry,          
And named me after the man for whom she was meant.        
     
She never discussed  her  feelings buried, 
Showed  no photos, never talked about him to me.      
Broken hearted I guess.   Who wouldn’t be?
I never knew  the man she would have married.

I didn’t really cotton  to  the name I had.
I preferred  Alan or Steve or maybe Vincent
And a dozen other names  meant  for a gent,
Regardless of who may have been my dad.

I  also disliked the name for its ambiguity,  this name Sydney
-  Sort of amphibious.  A name in American movies - for women,
It could swim across the ocean and in British movies - for men,  
(Always  small-time crooks who were chirpy and cockney).

No, I never liked the name.  It wasn’t  worth a jitney
To me;  and I used other nicknames for many a year,
It was only used in mockery for it was relatively rare.
Even today,  “Syd”  is ok;  but please, never call me “Sydney”

But I found a  dusty  old suitcase and lifted its lid  
After she passed away.   Her life’s  treasurechest, 
And out rolled some  gold,  photo of old soldier dressed
In uniform: he looked like me:  the name on back  was  Syd.

That moment  -  Damascus Road - change of heart.
Now,  proud to have it, say it, hear it.  Nicknames I forbid.
I like it  especially when my loving wife  says  “Syd”  
Now with this name  I’d never part.
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Written for Linda-Marie’s contest  WHAT’S  IN  A  NAME?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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March 5, 2011 at 6:39 AM
Beautiful write!Congrats Sydney on your big win in this contest!---kashinath
Brown Avatar
March 4, 2011 at 4:27 AM
Congratulations on your win in Linda-Marie's contest Sydney. Love, Carol
Onclaud Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 5:02 PM
stick to the name, britney...err, sydney!! more winning spots for you ; join more and i'll upgrade you, lol! happy big cheers to you,syd! :) huggs, nette
Dietrich Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 1:53 PM
I just love the transformation this poem took as you opened that treasure chest to see the picture of your dad. HOw wonderful to finally learn to cherish your name and the namesake. I think Sydney is a GREAT name. Not ordinary at all, which makes it wonderful. vince alan or steve?? No! Sydney!!
Mehta Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Congratulations on the fourth place win in the contest of Linda, Sydney
Sweetheart Avatar
March 3, 2011 at 9:34 AM
Congrats Syd on your fourth place win in my contest What's in a Name with this superb entry ...thankxx for supporting my contest luv..
Devonshire Avatar
February 20, 2011 at 10:38 AM
There are many men and women named Sydney, but you will always by "Syd" to me, my friend. I'm sorry you didn't like your name. There's an actress named Sigourney Weaver and I have always wondered whey that name had been chosen for her. There are other names: Pat, Chris come to mind, that can be either men or women. If it helps any, Carolyn is the femine form of Charles, so you can call me Chuck if you wish. Love, Carolyn (aka Chuck) Many just call me CD. Best wishes in the contest!
Konos Avatar
February 20, 2011 at 6:14 AM
Most unusual and held my interest. Thank you...
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