NaPoWriMo Day 29


Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with.


I was blessed with dark, dark eyes
and shining hair
and long, thick lashes 
and rosebud lips

a princess
with a sippy cup stating my rank
my palace a modest cinder block home

I had the run of the neighborhood
planning parades whenever I wanted one
charging the neighbors a penny apiece to watch me walk by

it was an idyllic childhood
except for one thing:
it was my great misfortune
to be born into the Rannertshauser family
what a curse to have to pronounce my name over and over on the first day of school without any hope of teachers or classmates remembering how to say it
what a curse to have to spell it over and over again r-a-n-n-e-r-t-s-h-a-u-s-e-r until a prince with a shorter surname rescued me

by ARHuelsenbeck

About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother of five and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a young adult mystical fantasy novel and a mystery.

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