An Indian name is woven from the fabric of their birth
From nature or a characteristic, or a trait for what that’s worth
Cool Dawn could still remember the story of her name
Her mother had told her from where it had came
She had labored for hours in a ridge by her village
She bore it like her mother who considered it a privilege
it’s a female she was told, as her ears heard the first cry
She had been holding her breath now she let out a sigh
From the clearing, she could see the breaking of dawn
she shivered from the chill in the air, but she now felt calm
From her mother’s brief encounter, of that morning it came
Cool Dawn would forever be her new Indian name
