Vera Lynn was a famous singer, the Forces Sweetheart, no less. My mother was Vera, so I should be Lynn. My mother liked things to be right. But even more than the correctness of Vera and Lynn, she abhorred diminutives. They were definitely not right. So I must have a name which could not be shortened. Joy was a contender, but, just suppose that I was a weepy child. That name would not fit me. For me it would not have been right. She needn’t have worried. But worry she did. So, Lynn it was and Lynn I am. My legacy from my mother. **First Published By Silver Birch Press in All About My Name Series, June, 2015

About the Poet:
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
Beautiful, witty and clever. That’s the second Welsh poet whose first name is Lynn that I have come across!
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Thank you
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I love this story of the origin of your name, thank you for sharing. I landed on you post when opening the blog reader just now, and was struck by the coincidence of you sharing your wonderful poem, and me having just posted a story on Vera Lynn’s “(There’ll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs of Dover” yesterday! https://songoftheday.ca/2023/03/14/therell-be-bluebirds-over-the-white-cliffs-of-dover/
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That’s interesting. I’ve just realised that the publication date – April 15 – would have been my mother’s birthday!
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Interesting how things line up sometimes!
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That’s interesting Steve. I’ve just realised that the publication date – April 15 – would have been my mother’s birthday!
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