Drama 102 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Love can be a name
as Beauty as Hope as
Faith can be...,

But mama never named
me that

I could have been Hope

or Beast or Tears or
Water

I could have been Aquarius
or Robin or Batman
or Hercules
or just plain Jose or Juan

What made her decide
to name me my name

i ask her that and she gazed to
the moon
and sighed and
looked at me but did not
answer me

I later knew but it was too late
she died and i held her hand
and i told her
i knew but i did not mind

it is a secret that she carried to
her grave
it is something that i keep
but soon want to discard.