Mondays child is fair of face
Tuesdays child is full of grace
Wednesdays child is full of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
Fridays child is loving & giving
Saturdays child works hard for a living
A child born on the Sabbath day is a perfect child in every way
From when I was small
Mum told me this rhyme
If she told me once
She told me a thousand times
Her point was to make
Me squirm with shame
For I was the child
With Wednesdays name
Shed say...
You are Wednesday’s child
and full of woe
Not like your sister
Who has far to go
Friday was when your father was born
he was loving and giving
Myself, I was born on Saturday
For I, work hard for a living
She reminded me, that my brother
Who was born on the Sabbath day
Was the child she did favour
And was perfect in every way
Only you, Angela, are Wednesday,
A woeful waste of space
Not like your brother, who’s Sundays child
Nor are you fair of face
Her words were designed to hurt me
Cut me like a knife
She used this rhyme to wound me
Most of my young life
Today I was at my computer
Looking into my own birth date
The truth for the first time before me
In all these years.. forty eight
Discovered, I WASN'T born on a Wednesday
That child of woeful disgrace
I was actually born on a Tuesday
A child which is full of grace
I looked at the calendar pages
Back through years as far I could go
The only family member Wednesday born
Was my Mum...she's the one... full of woe
Author notes
This is an absolutely true story. My mum would tell me at every opportunity that I was a wednesdays child, and full of woe...she would compound it by letting me know that no-one else in the family were Wednesdays child. She was very hurful and spiteful about it and I hated this rhyme as a child. When I looked into it today, it turned-out that nobody in the family was born on a Wednesday, nobody but her that is! Ironic!
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Oh my goodness, I was hoping this wasn't true but then I read your author notes. You did a terrific job writing this out. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!
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wow this is fantastic
this is truly amazing. i cant believe its a true story. im glad it came right in the end. a magnificent poem. well done. Full of grace! lol
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Full of honesty and grace
...And the truth will set you FREE. I am a Sunday child and it is funny but I was reminded of this rhyme often growing up...and I always thought I wished I was born on another day as I am far from perfect. The pressure being a Sabbath Baby.
This poem is well written, great flow and of course full of GRACE.
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Wow! You really did a great job with this poem. I didn't expect the ending.
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Well, I WAS born on a Wednesday. My first and middle name mean "weary wanderer". I asked my mom if she'd known I would be a poet. She just laughed. Of course, she was a chef and an artist, so I came by it honestly, anyway. I'm sorry it was said to you in a hurtful way, though. 
That's just not right at all. Good luck in Raven Aurora's contest, Poet. 
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This poem is excellently rhymed and tells an unexpected story, to which the authors note adds even more. You have managed to survive that upbringing, write beautifully and come through it all with grace. LOL Reminds me of the little adage when you point your finger at someone, 3 are pointing back at you.
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I didn't expect that ending. And what grace you display with this pen. It doesn't rant or woe, ot walks the reader through with eloquent dignity and lets the reader conclude what they like. very well done
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Well done Angie for researching and finding the truth to allay all those horrid jibes.
A wonderful poem to finally put to rest your mother's taunts.
I love your rhyming here and it flows beautifully, cannot fault you..hahah!!!
Love Lu x
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This is an excellent poem and I'm very glad that you have written it, I'm sure that it must have been very theraputic for you. The human race can be very spiteful when they want to be and I can't understand how a mother can be like that. I was lucky as my Mum was the best there was and we were true friends until her death.
I'm so glad you researched this and managed to give yourself the confidence you needed.
All the best.
Sue
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Thank-you
Everyone for your heartwarming words. This poem was an emotional write for me, so the supportive comments from everyone has made it worthwhile.
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This gave me chills and I swear my eyes filled with tears. This is such an inspiring story that no doubt will capture the hearts of all who read it. It is compelling in every detail and an amazing take on an old story. You truely turned this into a master piece and I say that with chills that still run up and down my spine. This is a story we should all read and learn from.
Loved it.
I would give you all the point I have for this but I'm limited by the program
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Wow Angie! This is an amazingly powerful write! Kudos beyond belief for searching out the truth and how ironically accurate that your mum should turn out to be Wednesday''s child. This is a wonderful poem because it sings with strength of spirit. So glad you wrote this and that I could read it!
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Thank-you Marlene
for your kind comments, so appreciated
Angie
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yeah ironic! mothers eh! supposed to be wonderful and love you unconditionally but for one reason or another can be spiteful as spite itself!
This is a great poem and I'm glad you researched it - no more woe for you my friend!
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haha...thanks
Full of grace apparently, I knew I should have kept up with those ballet lessons lol
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