My Given Name
A newborn infant has no choice.
My folks with others had consulted.
And this is the girl name that resulted.
They christened me with name of Joyce.
You won’t find my name on today’s lists,
But for those ladies of a certain age,
Born when this name was the rage,
In obituaries it still exists.
Dad’s friend had named his daughter Joyce.
Dad thought it was a pretty name,
And asked if he might do the same.
His friend said “Yes, if that’s your choice.”
With four sons ahead of me in line,
My parents wanted a feminine name.
I know in my heart they would think it a shame,
That Joyce started out as masculine.
My name was popular for a while
Until becoming tattered from over-use.
Out-dated was used as the excuse
To put it in the passé file.
I found when looking on the Internet
That Joyce translates to saint or lord.
I’m afraid I don’t fit either word.
On me it’s as plain as a name can get.
My name has served me very well
And though it hasn’t brought me fame
Isabelle is my middle name
So my daddy called me his Joybell.
No matter what your name may be,
As long as it’s pronounced with love,
It’s a blessing from the Saints above.
I’m sure with this you will agree.
For Linda Marie’s “What’s In A Name” contest won a first place
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