Graduating

she now knows love love, not a lifeless thing that she used to talk about those days while carrying a backpack full of books and binders a mustang she wanted to drive symbol of success and speed a perfect blend with boom and the ooze of black-gold but today for her only one thing that matters living with a man sharing his failure to graduate from a high school that teaches not techniques to survive that stoppage of an upward movement and a free flow of more her achievement she carries with care as if holding the first university degree that will open the greater door to a doctorate to walk around with a prefix before her name now she smiles, inside every time she feels that kick a little stretching in that cozy cave intricately decorated convocation hall calling him, her baby while feeling that wall, outside her boy will soon graduate to enjoy her love her success, her own graduation to that new title – Mum