Our names, our poems

Iris smiles,

Elies bites,

Clara cries,

Pau smiles weird.

Ester tries to be present.

Iris is now sleeping in her loving mommy’s arms,

Elies is taking a bath,

Clara is walking around naked,

Pau is gluing broken toys.

Ester dreams and writes, dreams and writes.

Iris is the name of a flower,

Elies means sun in Greek,

Clara means clear in Catalan,

Pau is the Catalan Peace,

and Ester is the beauty of a morning Persian star.

Iris is the Spanish rainbow

and the color of our eyes.

Elies was a prophet,

he left the Earth on a fire chariot in the sky.

Clara was a very famous nun,

she wrote the monastic Rules of Life.

Did Saint Paul fall off a horse?

Or was he walking all alone?

Ester was the Jewish queen

that saved many, many lives.

Our names identify us

and the stories behind us,

their origins can become metaphors,

if we let them permeate us.

Pau and Ester had three Children:

Clara, Elies, and Iris.

They so much loved each other,

they walked the most amazing path they could’ve ever imagined

of a long and peaceful, joyful life.