The Name

My heritage gives babies names Of relatives deceased. It’s like the name was never owned But, for a lifetime, leased. Some people “cheat” a little bit And use the starting letter, Especially if there are names That they like so much better. It’s still an honor to confer The name of one who died, For memories that moniker Will naturally provide. The Royals do not share with me My customs or routines. My children didn’t get their names From lines of kings or queens. So I, like many others, wait To hear the royal choices. Reporters need a name to note As everyone rejoices. Whatever, though, this child is called, Most likely will appeal. Approval, in this case, I’m sure, Comes with the royal seal.