Writing has always been a form of therapy for me. It’s a way to process through and deal with emotions, as well as a way to get things out that are swimming in my head and getting in the way. However, not every thing I write is about dealing with things. Sometimes it is inspired by those small moments that catch your breath. This poem is about one of those moments.
I was on an airplane to Maui with my aunties, uncles, and cousins when this seemingly insignificant scene played out between two of my cousins. It resonated somewhere within me and I had to write about it. I can still remember that moment clear as day. It still makes me smile.
Call Me Ana
Call the child by a name
she does not like
and you won’t get an answer.
She responds when she hears
someone say, “Andrea” or “Ana.”
Call her Annie
and she ignores you for a while,
then says in her three-year old voice,
“Call me Ana.”
© 1992, Debi Smith