MY NAME IS DAVID
By David Wainland © 2009
I am first-born,
they named me David,
after a grandfather,
I never met,
a mark of respect,
and celebration.
It means beloved.
Later, five years,
as the only child,
they had another,
and three year's,
after that,
one more.
I still felt beloved
Friends called out,
Can Dave play?
mother called back,
"No, but David can,"
they learned,
she smiled.
I felt beloved
At thirteen,
I became a man,
in Jewish eyes,
"Mazal tov Duvidle,"
said grandma.
"David," countered mom.
I felt beloved
At seventeen,
I quit school,
joined the Air Force,
disappointed them.
"Be careful,"
whispered mom.
I felt beloved
Six years later,
my brother died,
they cried,
He took my hand,
she hugged me,
anguish in her eyes.
I felt beloved
I married,
we had two
of our own.
My parents beamed,
reawakened their souls,
cradled us all
I felt beloved
They retired,
moved to Florida,
my father died,
mother had cancer
"David," she said
"Dying is hard."
I still feel beloved
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Comments: 48
mother called back,
"No, but David can,"
I love this part.
Sounds like you had a very loving parents- and they had a very loving son. :)
I too was named for grandfathers: My dad's father was John and my mother's father was Jay, so I'm John Jay.
Wonderful, personal poem. Thanks for sharing.
Great ... heartfelt...
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That was beautiful!
You mend the hearts of many with your words. You speak of your parents, but you teach about unconditional love.
And, I think the most beautiful thing about this particular gift is that it is a legacy you can pass down to your children--and it is lessened by nothing when you give it away. In fact the opposite is true, you are further enriched by gifting your children with it.
Blessed be,
Wilka