Naming a girl-child

A girl-child's name must be
Strong enough
To fight inequity with grace
Delicate enough to hold in your hand
Historic, not tragic
Ethereal, not fictitious
Beauteous enough to draw in one's breath
Toned, though not muscular
Exotic, yet coping anywhere--
Only slightly esoteric.
Enigmatic, but not obscure
Unlikely to be misconstrued.

Belonging

We walk the house together
Scanning decrepit furniture,
Over-scrubbed bedlinens,
Chipped bone-china tea wares,
Mismatched champagne crystals,
Wilting brass lamp wires,
Sun washed wall art
Remnants of once-upon-a-life.
My children race up and down the creaky stairs.
From how she speaks, I can measure
Her hatred of them, of their chances, their energy,
Of this uncivilised heat

Can't wait to go, can't wait to go
Where I'm from children never behave so

I trail their movements,
Thinking of the low balconies
Which are everywhere; she distracts me,
"Are you listening?"
Oddly, I still pretend to care
I offer safe prices; she charges me
With craziness, meanness
Waves her hands, stark-raving.
This is for the rest of her singular self,
An only child, born in war
A baby carriage in the midst of landmines
How could I possibly understand
Guess her book value?
I over-bargain her history,
Her life of chattels.