The replies also make for interesting reading.
Amaya’s dverse prompt yesterday made me look up the meaning of my family names. My dad had one version, which I realise now is non-standard. I never knew what my mother’s name meant until now. Could explain a lot.
On one side hurtful, sorrow on the other,
How could I be other than I am?
From inauspicious names, a quiet fury,
With eyes wide open to see the pain,
Hands outstretched to touch the wounds,
And tongue whiplashed to deny the lies.
Pain and sorrow, in all around I see,
Ancestors who saw it all, abide with me.