This is an entry to Randy Baker's "Prompted: #1" poetry challenge.
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My father wanted call me 'Mhairi',
a name that sounds like a whisper,
but in truth means bitter.
His mind remains an enigma to me;
I believe his thoughts cascade and crash.
They live in a labyrinth with no exit,
and so he wanted to call me Mhairi -
perhaps to make me fierce...
My mother did not want me to be bitter,
she wanted to cover me in velvet.
She wanted sweetness,
she wanted my name to be a serenade.
"Cherie" (my darling) - spelled wrong.
Maybe she fancied it an ethereal song.
She filled me with sweetness,
but before too long,
the sharp edges formed.
And so I am her bitter-sweet darling.
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S. A. Crawford
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