My name is—

My name is

what defines me

in my familial tree;

it shames me,

or fames me,

to the nth degree;

it calls me back

when I stray too far;

it gives me lack

when I crave a star;

my name is a household

without the speaking;

my name is ageing,

with syllables creaking;

my name

is all that there will be

when I have gone;

if you don’t count the poems,

or the faint light that shone.

2 responses to “My name is—

  1. Graeme, this poem is brilliant.

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