My mother!
She was a storyteller!
Not one day went by
That another one of those lies....
She was born in the north
Old system of two calenders.
It may not have been her fault
But she took advantage of it.
Really she was born on News Years Eve.
But her parents were on the wrong boat.
They were supposed to be going to
Copenhagen not Leningrad!
As usual in the thick of things!
Her father jumped ship and
began rowing backwards!
Meanwhile her mother fainted
Left to the hands of the KGB!
Her husband suffered for that.
When she finally arrived
All bruised and whatnot
She had the prize of the last
First baby new year!
It came with a bank account
In USSR and other niceties.
My mother had been captured by
Her grandparents who spoke
Old school as well.
Her birthday is new calenders
they had immigrated to America.
January 12 a full 13 day difference
Between the Julian and the Georgian
Calenders which used to sit side by side
In most Scandinavian or Russian communities
So my mother lied when she tells
People she was born in January
Instead of December!
Little liar!
Couldn't even get it straight
On the first day of her life.
And then on the day she died.
I did try to resuscitate her
Just for the record.
Anyways her driver's license
Was used for her death certificate
And it has the wrong name
And the wrong date!
She stoled someone's id
Way back when they did not have pictures.
She failed her exam
Whole standing there a girl
With same name had passed.
Different middle names.
Brown is a common name
In the early days the would schedule
Everyone on the same day
All the A's or B's
Lucky her!
Snag went that id
And never returned
Every time we stood in absolute fear
Of her getting caught
There were a few arguments
Some threats but the right woman
Catch up with her.
To her dying day she used
The wrong name in her driver's license
I had her birth certificate as well
She got a combined middle name
The one she was born with
And the one she used for herself.
What was I supposed to do?
I still have girls tell me
They are her real daughter
And not me who has a birth certificate
Very important to have nowadays.
Then there are the girls
Who tell me they are her grandaughters
Expecting to understand
I did not give birth to them
Anyone of them
Not even a girl named Kate
Nor even one named Mary or Maria
I should sue my mother
Posthumously
Should not I?
Just to get even with all
The years of putting up with her stories.
While I suffered with bruises!
And no bank account left in my name.
Not unlike someone's else's daughter
Who gets whatever she wants
Daddy's little girl?
But is she really his!
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