ma

On some days,

I stare at my name,

and think to myself -

What,

Why,

Who?

‘what must have crossed your mind to name me that; how did you even come up with it?’

I wonder.

Was it an intuitive nudge;

or did you read it somewhere?

Did you meet someone with the

same name;

or did you hear it on the radio?

I guess,

I’ll always wonder.

It’s beautiful.

Thank you, Mother.