Pondering with an Omelet
Lonely Lonely Lilit
Stares intensely at the omelet on her skillet
The yolk seems to simmer
As her state of mind grows grimmer
Who am I? She thinks
Why am I? She blinks
What provoked my dear mother
To stare at a new born baby and think , "Lilit!" I wonder
Is there a certain way all Lilit’s look?
Did she stumble upon Lilith from the religious book?
She furrows her brow
As she ponders how
Would she be if her name wasn’t so
Would she still be as nostalgic, finding it hard to let go?
The butter is now brown
But Lilit turns to her dog with a frown
Tommy, Do you care for your name?
Or would you still wag your tail the same?
Although my name suits me don’t you agree?
I think I’m very Lilit. I think I’m very me.
She should have flipped the omelet long ago
But she suddenly feels inspired, a spark to her ego
Oh it’s such a delight to hear the L and the Is and the Ts!
In fact I want to go out. Go out and make sure my names heard across all the seven seas
Just imagine Tommy! All that I can discover!
Perhaps my name means something I couldn’t have imagined for another
Her heavy boots now laced even as the sun beams outside
Nows my time she gleams, what have I got to hide?
But before Lilit can embark on her own very own tale
Before she can shake hands with fellow Lilit’s and wave hello to a friendly whale
Smoke Alarms blare and smog clouds over her dainty vision
Questioning her identity with a pan upon flame was not her wisest decision