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?