Who am i?
I am named ‘won’,
My mother named me while she was pregnant with me,
Out of hope, I trust;
I have inherited her worrisome qualities and love of words,
But i’d be hard-pressed to tell you what i’ve done,
Unremarkable to most,
Hapless, to others;
I find myself completely boring to reflect upon,
On the other hand:
My older brother is quiet, reflective and has read a lot!
My sister is dynamically-inclined, with a homeward-directed temper, to match!
My father is the bravest soul I have ever known,
Both my mother and my wife cajole and inspire me,
They say they see there’s more to me than I see in myself;
Unlikely as I feel this last sentiment is;
(And, occasionally have been known to lash out when I probably needn’t or shouldn’t have);
I love them all so very much;
So, wherever my story ends up,
I suppose one thing I have to unite my namesake and me, is:
I have ‘won’ my life and their love;
And should do with it the best I can.