I’m not Amanda

I don’t usually write two posts in one day. You’re lucky that I write two a week. But tonight I had this funny little rhyme pop in my head so I thought I’d share it. It was inspired by a childhood (nick)name. My name is Mandy, as you probably have noticed.. but you’d be surprised the number of people who think that it’s short for Amanda. So many people (even family members) still call me Amanda. I’d show you my birth certificate but.. well.. that’s just creepy. Trust me on this one.

The latter part, “I am Daisy,” was inspired by my mom. Mom wanted to name me “Daisy Yvonne” at birth but dad intervened (thank God) and said “Mandy Joy.” The rest is history.

I’m not Amanda

I’m not Amanda –
I don’t chew with my mouth closed,
Or love you as long as no one knows.
I’m not Amanda –
I don’t sign my name with hearts,
I don’t read cosmo for the private parts.

But I am Daisy –
I wear those flowers in my hair,
I speak when everyone just stares,
I’ll thank you when I know you care.
I am Daisy –
I grew from dirt and I bloomed in the sun,
A nomadic soul, my heart’s on the run.
I am Daisy –
I found my home at a writers desk,
Signing ‘I love you; this is not a test.’


3 thoughts on “I’m not Amanda

  1. Awww, this is so good! And yes, it’s good that your dad said his word, I’m not sure your mum’s choice would have sounded so good 🙂
    Amanda 🙂

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