What is in a name, and I say chance,
And perhaps a memory, or salute,
To a partner in some long ago romance,
Whose voice is long since mute.
Was it another - aunt, cousin, or friend?
Grandfather, uncle, or a beau?
Whose memory you don't want to end,
Whose love you remember so!
Yes, there's love in a name, and remorse,
For ovens of bitter tears,
For the tides of life that changed your course,
Somewhere in bygone years.
There's hope for the future, regret for the past,
And a dream that now, perchance,
That your child will find a love that will last
In a way, it's your second chance.
What's in a name? Why, memory and fate,
And love and hope, and sweet desire,
That in children it is never too late,
For the love to which we aspire.
copr. 1989 - Trinka Powers