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Miss Daisy
by Joan SerratelliHe calls me
Miss Daisy
even though he knows
I hate the name
it's demeaning
at best
and the voice he uses
is just
so insulting
that I want
to die
I want
to cry
Just because
I cannot drive
he calls me
Miss Daisy
and that's
no lie
There are things
I can do
and thhings
that I can't
but calling me
Miss Daisy
isn't right
it ain't
I do what I can
it's never enough
he only sees
what he wants
not the real me
I will never be
what he wants
I am
what I am
I do my best
I'm alone
all day
I'm alone
all night
I just want
this incessant fighting
to stop
04/17/2009 Posted on 04/17/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/17/09 at 02:14 PM You definitely know how to give the heartstrings a good kick. Sad, beautiful write. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/09 at 05:12 PM Well expressed frustration Joan. Worthy reminder that the relationship between two (or more) people is never perfect. |
| Posted by Tony Young on 04/18/09 at 06:54 AM Sounds so from the heart Joan, you tell him I pack a pretty big punch. ') |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/21/09 at 08:35 PM I have very fond memories of the movie, Driving Miss Daisy. I'm hoping there is some fondness somewhere in his reason to call you that. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 04/22/09 at 04:21 AM So sad that someone could use a name, which for me is of affection, that has such a sense of power and pathos over you. Captured well! |
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