I don’t have a name yet
I am only a thought traveling through space
I’ll be born on the night of a terrible storm
Welcomed into the world with a riot of rolling thunder and flashing haywire lights
I’ll have blue eyes
And a penchant for dancing
My father will weep the first time he holds me
It’s the only time I’ll see him cry in my life
My mother will lift me up,
And look at me, curiously,
But she won’t cry
I wish she would.

I don’t have a name yet
I am only a thought traveling through space

– A poem by Lucy Schwartz




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