When my father held me for the first time, I'm certain i felt comfort and safety Because he saw the broad smile on my lips And he felt a flower in his arms And named me.. suman When my father held me for the first time, I'm certain i felt comfort and safety Because he saw the broad smile on my lips And he felt a flower in his arms And named me.. suman Every name has a story. Try to weave that story in the form of a poem. Even if there's no story or you dislike your name, write about that. Your name, your take. Participate in this #PoemTime challenge for NaPoWriMo.