A Girl With No Name
Alone my mother and I sat at my birth.
What shall she be called?
Asked the nurse with much mirth.
A girl child you have to love and to hold.
She must have a name she's three days old.
Her father's not here;
He's been in a collision.
Barely surviving with his life.
Her name, must and will be a decision,
We'll make as husband and wife.
My mother and father whispered,
Heads together sharing a mystery.
She must have a name without any history.
As light as the song of a bird,
A beautiful name that's never been heard.
She spoke as she gazed at her girl,
Placing her finger in a little curl.
She's as sweet as a cherry.
Her name must ring clearly.
The perfect name is Cher'ley.