A Good Name for a Human
Violet is the color of a mama's pride
Brown was the color of the corduroy pants
Peeking out from under tulle tutus.
Monster trucks in the mud and vroom-vroom sounds.
The child with the Princess Elsa dress fitted over a bulldozer-print shirt.
Large dark eyes with thick, curling lashes and long black feathered hair:
He's too pretty to be a boy, an old man in the supermarket once leered,
His comment jarring.
Your daughter is beautiful
More strangers would say.
Children are creative at this age
The teachers would say.
There are many ways to be a boy
The picture books would say.
Probably grow up to be gay- not that there's anything wrong with that
My mother would say.
No mama, not a merman, a mermaid
My 3-year old child insisted.
No mama, I'm not a princess boy!
Don't get it twisted.
We awoke one spring morning
to a beautiful burst of Rhododendron blooms in the backyard.
Oh! They're just the most beautiful Violet color I could ever ask for!
Having moved in over the winter,
We didn’t know what secrets the gardens had locked away.
Violet. My child echoed
Staring out through the glass slider.
That's a good name for a human, she said
After a long pause.
We locked eyes, and I knew.
I had just met my daughter for the first time.
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