My Name

I have always been called by the same name,

I have seen it in pencil and in pen.

The one thing in my life that stays the same,

I see it over and over again.

No hesitation to look when I hear,

The familiar ring of my name aloud.

Oh, within the hollow depths of my ear,

There hovers that recognizable cloud.

Sometimes no one has recited my name

I glance into the silence for a while,

Although, standing there, is no one to blame,

I swear I heard someone, so I smile.

My name feels like orange but turns to blue,

Unique, spelled differently, then mundane,

It is something that we can not undo,

Unlike the many changes we sustain.

It is the one thing I hear every day,

My Name is the one thing that’s here to stay.