Mistaken Identity

My friends do it.

My neighbors do it.

Grandparents do it.

There’s a good chance your parents did it.

My mom still does it.

I do it. All the time.

And, apparently, pet owners do it, too.

There’s even a Facebook page about it.

Heck, I kind of suspect The Bard himself (father of three) might have done it, too…

“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet…”


Mistaken Identity

When I called my daughter, “Daisy!”
she looked like I was crazy;
in my multitasking fog
I’d summoned not her, but the dog.

I know moms who’ve done the same –-
called a kid by his pet’s name —
or, to make it even worser,
done exactly the vice-versa:
yelled for daughter or for son
when she meant the furry one.

Have I so much on my plate
that I can’t keep their names straight?
Still, the worst (or worser-ish)
would be mistaking kid for fish.
Especially, it must be said,
if – like ours – said fish were dead.


©2010 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz


One thought on “Mistaken Identity

  1. LOL! Thank you for a great morning poem! Sitting here with my coffee laughing! I’m guilty of calling my two sons by half names until I get the right one….(My sons are Alistair and Noble) So I will say, “nobalistair!” or “Alistnoble!”

    To be fair, though, kids are equally as guilty. Mom is damommy, and dad is modaddy at our house.

    Off to read more of your hysterical poems!! So glad I found this blog!!

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