Weeks into this world with no name, it was a mess,
my name was simply, ‘Baby Hess’.
Then, they came upon a boat one day,
‘Heidi’ it was called, voila, the name issue, was finally to lay.
Let’s face the fact,
growing into a title, the personality may lack.
Honestly a name should be given,
once a person has spent some time, livin’.
My mom always proclaimed,
“‘Poppy’ was what I wanted, for you to be named.”
The older I became, my many facets gleamed to a glow,
mom must have seen them before, how did she know?
A tough layer of leaves, with passion so red.
Deep purple is the core, from soul, to heart and head.
Blowing in the wind, so delicate and free,
she was right, a Poppy I was,
a Poppy, I will be.
Nicknames are a tradition in our family, from my great-grandmother ‘Toto’, to my grandmother ‘Shana’, unfortunately my mother passed away too early in her life for a nickname to catch on, but all my aunts have their newly appointed names, and then the next generation with me, ‘Poppy.’
Images from top, down: my grandmother, Shana and I (at 7 months), my mother and I, Georgia Totto O’Keeffe painting and me, wearing my red coral ‘good-luck’ ring that Shana fabricated in the 70’s.
So that’s our story and we’re sticking to it.