Years ago, I spoke it clear
Our society by design:
My father took my mother’s name.
My father gave me mine
Until a brightly cheerful
Blooming summer day
I made him stand and watch
As I gave his name away.
There before all God and man
His name dissolved in rice
A smile, a hug, a warm farewell
Atop the sacrifice.
Nestled home, a new woman,
And never quite the same
I gave birth to a daughter
Who bears her father’s name.
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