#385 Name Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I turn the pages he had turned,
I flip from front to back.
When his heart was deeply concerned
These pages lined the track.

I read the words that he had read,
I ponder as he once did.
The words linger inside my head,
The truth cannot be hid.

I hold in hand the book he held,
His printed name makes me proud.
And suddenly I feel compelled
To speak his name aloud.

I share the name his father gave,
Which my father passed to me,
And I'll take that name to the grave
And wear it graciously.