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My Name Is Caryl -Kah Rill
My father’s sister was a Caryl, so I was the one,
To inherit the Welch version of Carol said, KAH rill.
I thought the name was unique; it gave me a thrill,
To know I was special enough to be second to none.
First grade was hard for me to grasp the spelling,
Constantly wrote Carly, dyslexia was a doozy.
Mother shortened my middle name to Susie,
No one realized the difficulties it was foretelling.
When I reached my teenage years, Caryl was my name,
First names were required; by then, I could spell it.
It still gave others problems though, I must admit,
Cheryl was my teachers favorite, nowhere close to claim.
Others viewed it as Carl when written on paper,
I could not fathom where it was even close to my name.
I soon grew to ignore the disgust and fight the shame,
Letting it dissipate into air like thick water vapor.
No matter what I am called the intent will not vary,
Love and joy amid my life is what I wish to leave.
Its uncommonness adds to the meaning I believe,
For love and joy I have found in the man I did marry.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner: "E Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
February 20, 2017
Fifth Place Winner: "What's In My Name” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of PS's
March 17, 2011
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Caryl Muzzey
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