Would a Rose Smell as Sweet?
April 24 2023
I was once told
my name means strong.
I don't know in what language
or if I might have imagined hearing this,
but have always quietly enjoyed
the implication.
Who knows
if a name foretells the future.
Or if, in a self-defeating twist
can be cruelly ironic.
Who knows
if proper nouns are meaningful,
or simply sounds
attached to us.
And who knows
what my parents were thinking
when they settled on this.
Which raises the question,
if I change my name
am I renouncing them?
The one thing
we own all our lives
is this proper noun.
It was there
when a newborn baby, wet and squalling
entered the world
with all its possibilities.
And will accompany us to the grave;
in solemn letters
inscribed in stone.
Until the monument
is eventually erased.
Because not even granite
is strong enough to withstand
the passage of time
Nothing is forever
and even memory fades.
But for now
a good name to go by.
And hard to imagine
who I’d be
by any other.
No comments:
Post a Comment