I searched to find
an epiphany about
a late discovery,
using names,
becoming absurd
if you don't
know a word.
Great grandfather's
name was Fred.
He's long gone,
but in his stead,
he named a son,
with the name Fred.
The years came
and years went,
I can't explain
the blessed event,
when Cousin Fred,
was born anew.
He's the eldest,
I am too.
Why write of
things like this?
When no one sings
and there is no remiss.
Whole, the World
will soon be,
if I still have friends
like thee and thee.