my paternal grandmother’s name was Esperanza
it’s Spanish for hope
I was going to be named Hope
until my maternal grandmother, Fausta, protested
how dare my parents try to name me
after the luxury cigarettes she used to chain-smoke
disappointment averted
I’m glad the name didn’t stick
because I’m hopeless

©️poem by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)


Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!

These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older.

I like my first name as it sounds like “darling.” I’m curious: how do you feel about your given name?

Thanks for reading!

This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).