My name is Keira,
It is Irish and Greek,
It means little dark one, dark haired, and black lord
Though none of those describe me
My parents simply thought it lovely

Five letters,
Five family members,
Five seats in our old Passat,
Five little claws on my cat’s paw,
And five rings on my fingers,
Each a reminder of who I’ve become

It’s a name that sings sweetly
And never takes up too much space on a page
Sitting in the middle of the bus,
Gazing out the window,
While all around is chatter
But bold and loud when given the chance

Five pieces of paper,
The edges are torn and dog-eared,
But the pigment can never fade entirely,
No matter how many times they’re crumpled into a ball

I am Kiwi, Keiríta, and Keira-louelle
Nicknames from the ones I love
But I am Keira
I have always been and always will
Juliette, there is everything in a name
And my name is Keira