She said,
“My name is a flower, you see”
I said “Lily…it must be?”
She said, “no, no, no!…
...a Lily…is soooo,
not as beautiful
as me”
She replies
bashfully and wise
I’m just as much beauty to the eyes
as I am to the nose.”
“Oh!…you must be Rose”
She laughed
and cried more ‘no’s’
“It sounds a little crazy
I know and maybe…
but you must be a Daisy??”
she giggled all the more
“who knows?”
and winked
“.. if only baby”
Finally,
I put my thinking aside
I tell no lie,
while I, still in my head
wondering
she sighed
”My names not ‘white’ or ‘plain’
‘Self raising’ “, she said
”…is my name”.