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Miss Daisy

by Joan Serratelli

He 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 Maude Curtis on 04/17/09 at 02:54 PM

What if you called him "Hoke". Would that have an affect. If I remember the movie Miss Daisy and Hoke had a very specia; kind of "Love/Hate" relationship. Try to laugh it off.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/17/09 at 03:22 PM

is it okay that i want to slap him upside his head?

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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