J's Musings

Call me Rumi,

Because I like how the ‘R’ rolls off my tongue,

Like crisp toast fresh out the toaster,

And how the rest sounds like soft butter spreading on it,

I tell my mother these reasons,

She agrees it’s a beautiful name,

It goes well with the B of by last name,

Call me Rumi,

Because it’s easy to remember,

And also because of how grand it will sound,

When someone says-

“I knew a girl named Rumi”

I tell my friends about this,

And they agree it leaves an imprint,

But I want you to call me Rumi,

So that you can remember your favourite poet,

Whenever you say my name,

So that maybe,

The name might bleed some poetry into me.

I’ll make our children call me Rumi,

Not because it sounds good,

Or because you will remember me,

I’ll make them call me Rumi,

Because when we’re old,

And the grandchildren bring their friends over,

They might say-

“Meet Rumi”

And their friends might ask-

“Like the poet?”

To which they can reply in a fit of giggles,

“No silly, that is the poet.”

By Janx 🙂

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