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A Reminder
January 2, 2018
My mother named me a flower;
A sweet smelling one at that,
And there are days when
I feel the sweetness in me
Seem to slip away.
This name becomes
A reminder, how the woman
Who raised me
Named me after something
So brilliant: It blossoms
And even on my
Most ugliest days,
I know that I am the prettiest flower
They search for in fields.
© Louise T., Marblehead, MA
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As I was writing my name down on an essay for school, the leters felt foreign to my hand. I began to ponder about my name and what it means to me, hence, the simple inspiration for this poem. While creating this piece, I hoped that those who read it will be comforted by the core idea with a sense of newly found strength. Poetry is an art that should leave the readers with confidence and passion for their believes.