Be Thou My Vision

If my parents
Had named me
For a flower
Grown in The Shire
By Samwise Gamgee,
I'd want to know.

But if they found my name
In an tattered hymnal,
An old name
With unusual spelling
In the index of authors,
I'd want to know that, too.

It's true:
Samwise married Rose,
And they had a daughter
Before they had a son,
And they named her
For the loveliest blossom
In Middle Earth.

It's also true:
That your name
Was selected by a dog,
Looking for a piece of cheese
In the living room of a house
That no longer stands.

Your mother and I agreed:
It was a good name
For a firstborn,
And we are glad
It turned out to be you,
Nor have we changed our minds.