“Mine” is a beautiful Name.
Names matter.
What you call someone shapes their identity.
What you call yourself becomes the core of who you are.
There are names we give ourselves.
There are names others give to us.
There are names we used to have that we don’t have anymore.
If we are ‘named’ when someone calls us something new, then perhaps when we lose that person we become ‘unnamed.’
When you are unnamed, you can begin to wonder who you are.
I was his wife.
I was his girl.
I was once called his.
He looked at me, and he said “you are mine.”
“Mine” is a beautiful Name. It is beautiful to belong.
My heart aches with the emptiness and the absence of that word.
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You are mine, I will never leave you.
I will see you through the night and be here in the morning.
So close your eyes and have a good time dreaming
Knowing you will never be alone.
Because you are mine.
~ my favorite lullaby, You Are Mine.
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What have you been Named?
How have you been Unnamed?
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Raena Liston says:
I loved this.
leftturn61 says:
I have been named Helene Paulette Bryant.
Helene Paulette, daughter.
Youngest of Ella and Sid.
Smart one. Only one to go to college.
Caregiver.
Helene, sister.
Boodie Boodie.
Little sister.
Youngest sister.
Caregiver.
Now, orphan.
Now, completely alone.
Now, visitor of graves.
Carol Longenecker Hiestand says:
Very poignant Tricia. I was a sister and a daughter. Now I am the only one left of my family of origin here on earth. I still call myself a sister, but it’s not the same of course. I do read all your posts and enjoy many of them and am sad and reflective with you on others.