Gillian, who’s she?

Gillian, no that doesn’t fit

But it’s what my mum named me

I like her reason why because she

knew a Gillian with a certain style

to which she aspired

but I know she has her own

which is quite a bit like mine.

Gill, no way that’s me

there were too many Gills by far

for this G to add to the pile

and yet it stuck for a while.

Then along came Mr G

the first to call me Gilly ,

a fit that worked at last

that I began to feel belonged

not one in every road

and even if it rhymes with silly

with Nkeiru added to it

it’s mine and mine alone.

 

The Daily Post prompt today says

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I had a bit of fun with this, names are funny things aren’t they? I don’t think I could choose one for myself, I suppose we grow into our names?

 

 

 

 

 

Gill, Gilly