בִּנְיָמִין
Ben Yamin
Benjamin
The boy who grew up
on the Right Side.
At The Right Hand.
Of everything
and everyone.
“the perfect name for any parents’ little buddy.”
Little Buddy
Benjie
Benj
Beej
Man, that kid was
Handy.
Still is.
Some rabbinic traditions
present a Benjamin
who died without sin.
Sinless.
One of Four to manage that
in some Ancient Texts.
Benjie tried that.
Oh, Little Buddy…
It doesn’t work.
For anyone.
Live into your name!
Occupy…
The place of honor
The place of status
Right next to the proud parent.
It was given to you.
And Benjamin…
There is
Nothing
for You
To Earn.
And last but not least, our (optional) prompt for the day. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”
defying atrophy 
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