My brother and I,
while choosing a name for my nephew,
tried hard to think of something unique—
something with variety and charm.
“Tractor” was the first choice,
then came “Tumbler,”
and we fell breathless with laughter,
comparing impossible things—
His eyes to stretching bubblegum.
Next came colors:
Indigo, Purple, Charcoal—
followed by objects:
Pencil, Rubber, or even Scooter!
We joked about how his name
might sound when he grew older.
Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks,
in praise of happiness, joy,
and the dream to name him
special, different, unique… rare.
But in the end,
it turned ridiculously sweet—
a memory we still hold close,
of love dressed in laughter.
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