My name is any shade of blue;

like the color of water from a bright bay somewhere south and sunny

or the hue of stormy skies brewing in the distance.

Swimming lessons in the morning at the place christened as “the bubble pool”

and Teletubbies in the afternoon, I shared it all with my twin.

My name is not overshadowed by hers; it is complemented; chocolate and vanilla,

macaroni and cheese, pretzels and Nutella, whatever your Yin and Yang be.

The last of seven, my name is the youngest. 

My name is musical to the highest extreme.

It is festive and triumphant at Christmastime,

jazzy and breezy in the summer and always tunes to the radio.

Years of lessons and learning are intrinsic to my name,

which comes from a postdiluvian woman in the Bible who dealt purple cloth.

Baby B, Thing 2, Twin, they’re all part of my identification, Lydia is my name,

but a name is only a name til you give it life with childhood happiness and dreams of the future.