Descended from fire,
I am earth, and spring,
and graciousness –
Oh, that it were so –
fiery yes, with a love
of nature, but grace?
Truth is I am 5th born,
not supposed to be –
naming left to father
who fumbled in the act,
named me incorrectly
and thus my identity
was born of confusion –
rushed and flustered –
a woman with no name.
(dVerse challenge today is write a poem based on our full names. Â Even though I have three given names, thanks to my father, I’ve only been known by initials. Â Photo is of a granddaughter.)