What my Name Holds
Jeneeva, a name my father choose with care, carrying softness and strength in one breath.
If my name were a color, it would be a deep ocean, blue and calm yet powerful.
If it were a flower, it would bloom as a white and pure jasmine unafraid to stand in the bright sun.
If it were an animal, it would be a rabbit playing in the grass and hiding behind the fragranced flowers.
Jeneeva is a Friday, the day I always look forward to.
It’s not just letters- it is a story, and a part of who I truly am, the one I will never change.
What my name holds is so dear that when people call my name, it gives me strength and teaches me to never fear.
By,
Jeneeva Fernandes
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This is a poem full of beauty and lyricism, taking the musical sound of the name as a starting point and using it to explore all sorts of different images and sensations. The writer demonstrates a really good understanding of metaphor and a real flair for language, alongside an insightful meditation on the self. A really memorable and evocative poem.
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