She once had her name, such a long time ago,
She lost it in pasts, upon the winds that blow,
When she wed she became “The wife” & “Dear”,
By her husband´s side, she stayed always so
near.
She once had her name, now so lost on life´s
path,
Foregoing her dancing, for the warmth of the
hearth,
With birth of new babies, Mama became her name,
Knowing that her life would now, never be the
same.
She once had her name, now buried under the
past,
Leaving her wondering, where all time went so
fast,
Now as the grandmother, she was known as
just Nan,
Her old name felt forsaken, surely that wasn´t
the plan.
Her identity within each name, changing with
her age,
Dear wife, Mama or Gran, morphing with every
stage,
Everyone calls her these names, yet nobody even
knows,
She is her own person & her name has always
been Rose.
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