Today, I am doing a little something different. Today, this post, this identity poem, has been written by my 9 year old son. I'm curious to hear your thoughts on what you see in your own name? What do you identify with? What comes from your center? From your soul? Who do you see as you? And then share. I would love to hear... or read what comes to mind.
I hope you enjoy his poem as much as I did.
Finley
My name is Finley
My parents chose this name
Because they thought it was
A name I could grow into
And because they both liked it.
My name means fair haired warrior/hero
My hair is the color of a squirrel's tail
My eyes are the color of ocean waves
My feelings always change like the tide
I'm from Santa Monica, 9th Street
I'm a son of a man who works on a computer
And a mother who writes
No wonder I know how to create stories
I'm a kid named Finley
I have lots of friends
I am a warrior.
He has inherited his mother’s talent, hasn’t he?!!
Finley, I love this poem - especially the line," my feelings change like the tide"
You are most definitely a talented writer and I'm quite sure in other fields too.
I am looking forward to hearing more from you.
Oh fair, haired warrior!
Caroline
Dear Finley,
What a charming young warrior you have grown into! I know you look a lot like your Dad (from the pictures I see) and you've definitely inherited your Mom's storytelling talent. You are, indeed, a hero!
Love,
"Aunt" Leila