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
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.