I have a name
You wouldn’t know it.
It’s not something that you hear.
Mama, honey, can you help me?
Oh, yes, will you come here?
I have a name you’d never hear.
You know I’m the teacher, coach, lover.
Your family, your friend, your child’s class mother.
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You know I will greet you with a smile.
I’ll know just what to ask.
I remember the forms and pack a spare.
Always you know if I’m late or not there.
But never is my name your care.
I have a name no one uses.
It’s not on the front cover or file.
Keeper, caretaker, companion.
I’ll buy your gift, I’ll bring a dish.
I’ll drop off and pick up on time.
I’ll curl my lashes and smile for the flashes.
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But something that caption never catches . . .
I have a name.
And you should know it.
For I am more than what I do.
I have value these titles don’t render.
I have thoughts about them, too.
My opinions are my own.
And while my work may be surrender.
I have a name to call my spirit.
A name I wish you would remember.