The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/30/08

Repost. But relevant.

"Naming Them"

Years later it occurred to me
that I should have named them
after the counties they were born in,
and that perhaps it had occurred to me
years earlier, when my youngest, Lane,
born in her own Oregon territory, was named.
Nor did it occur to me then
to think six years ahead, to think
of them as first graders learning to print.
So many letters in Leighton
when I should've made it Layton for him.

Not a lot occurred to me in those years.
First thing my sister said to me after my second was,
"Hunter?! Why not just put a gun in the boy's hand
and show 'im Robocop before he can walk!"
Which, of course, never occurred to me,
I just thought of hunting
for a job or hunting for a lost sock,
and then finding it. Hoping the whole big world
would be like home, and occur to them that way.

—Beth Runciman

hee.

Here you are...

Had to go to your Journal to find you, today...

Were you thinking of the baby Tripp?

Whether you were or not, this is a lovely, thoughtful poem...

I like it!

Thank you!

:hug:

And Bristol. God bless.

I was hoping they would name him Truck or Trek, but whatever.

I think this is a lovely poem, too.