Never Had My Own Child Name
Never had my own child name; I was a pair. An identical, three pounds each.
Deemed cute, and we knew it. Dancing and prancing; dressing alike. Yuk!
Sundays were spent at church and grandmas. I was outside. My twin was in.
My husband found me at six. Claimed he would marry me. I hated him.
Teachers despised me. I despised them too, no secret. Strong feelings.
School, a prison where I cartooned and daydreamed, hating it.
Married young, best time of my life. Three babies. Better times.
Unforeseen artist, poet, word player, came into my own in my fifties.
Now live my created reality in the country among faeries, butterflies and flowers.
Cartooning, daydreaming and still at school. Saving haters one at a time.
Written 9-28-2019
Contest: Story of my Life in 10 lines
Sponsor: Silent One
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