I Am Nellie Mae
I am Nellie Mae's granddaughter.
We both loved to do unlady-like things.
We hunted animals that we would slaughter.
But one day, she lost her bearings.
I am Nellie Mae's granddaughter.
On the day of her funeral,
My speech filled the room with laughter.
The ceremony was actually quite beautiful.
I am Nellie Mae's grandaughter.
Everyone says I'm exactly like she was.
I was given my name from my father.
When asked why, he said "because".
Because I'm Nellie Mae's granddaughter.
Because I brighten a cloudy day.
Because I am my father's daughter.
I am Nellie Mae.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.