They dubbed me Edna because it was in the family for generations, grandparents afraid it would die--with them--and then it would vanish from the bloodline.  So they gave me that curse, saying it was a name of honor and how lucky I was to have been blessed with it, burdened with it, heaped upon me, playground fodder, stacked upon the Cindys and Marys and all the beautiful names.  Edna brought me an Edna face, and so I am Edna, a name from the old country, ancient, cobwebbed, afflicted.

© Poem Fix 2013

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