Do not call me Naomi.
I am no longer pleasant.
I’m Mara, I’m bitter, I’m empty.
I was filled, but I’ve been hollowed out.
I’ve lost the sweetness of the rose.
I’ve lost the flavor of food.
I’ve lost my love and my legacy.
I’ve lost my faith and my trust.
Do not call me by my old name-
The name that, when on his lips,
Meant promise and future and passion.
It is a bitter reminder of who I was,
Who he was,
Who we were.
Naomi died with Elimelek, Mahlon, and Kilion.
Call me bitter. Call me Mara.