I.
I look down at you, fast asleep
Eyes tightly shut, your mouth open and relaxed
And I wonder if we named you right.
Perhaps we should have named you Helen
I would gladly launch a thousand ships
in your name
Naval destroyers
Row boats
Cruise ships
Rocket ships to the moon to plant a flag
with your face.
You curl a tiny fist and I see Diana
Strong and beautiful
Warrior and Goddess
Princess and soldier
Running through the forest, hair flowing behind you
Moonlight gleaming
Or maybe you're Persephone
My whole world brightens
now that you're here
Sunshine and happiness
Flowers and beauty
Green grass and new life
Warm spring rain falling onto the
parched earth.
II.
Maybe I should call you Ruth
Pray you'll belong to your husband's family
Declare "Where you go, I'll follow"
But that means leaving me.
Maybe you're Mary
Ave Maria
Virgin
Full of grace
Innocent, pure, dedicated to the Lord.
Or perhaps Danielle
A feminine Daniel stuck in a lion's den
Heart of gold
Destined for royalty
I pray that your name will buoy you when
you face the lions.
But I study your picture
in my hand
black and white
barely outlined
And touch my stomach, knowing that I want to call you
Mine.
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A Hundred Visions and Revisions
RandomA collection of short stories and poems that don't have a home anywhere else.