All grown up

Using prompt #7 to write about nicknames at ReadWritePoem, here's today's entry.


"My name is Diane and I want you to call me that;
I will not respond to Dee Dee any more,"
she said on her fourteenth birthday. So eager to
grow up and and leave behind her younger days.
DeeDee, huh. That's a name for a little girl,
a girl who still believes that the bird sings only for her.


Listen closely to the song in the trees.
Hear it? Listen closely...
hear the bird calling your name--
chicka-dee-dee-dee
chicka-dee-dee-dee
chicka-dee-dee-dee.

"My name is not DeeDee; it's Diane!"

You are special, but not just to me.
Listen, do you hear the birds singing your name?
Even the birds know you are special,
chicka-dee-dee-dee
chicka-dee-dee-dee
chicka-dee-dee-dee.

"Why don't you people understand, my name is Diane!"

chicka-dee-dee-dee

"I don't want to be called that!"

chicka-dee-dee-dee

"Alright, just don't call me that in public!"

chicka-dee-dee-dee

April 7, 2009